Sylia came outside with her one hand picking up the hem of her skirt. Her eyes seemed to be a little bit sleepy as she blinked for two three times. With the back of her hand she was rubbing her eyes as she stared at Yama who seemed to be in a very bad mood.
"Did you change anything in my room?" The Yama barged towards her as he angrily grabbed on to her slender arms and shook her. Sylia who was a little bit sleepy earlier, could not help but be wide awake when she felt him shaking her. She frowned and looked at him.
Understanding his question, after a while she yawned and nodded her head while waving off her hand.
"If you are talking about those foul smelly flowers, then of course yes." She looked at him with an unfazed expression and waited for his response. However when he remained silent for a long time, she added.
"If you don't have anything else then I'm going to continue my nap. You woke me up."
The Yama was so stunned with her actions that he could not even retort to her words. I was not until that she said she was leaving to continue her nap, that he snapped back to his senses. He was so furious that even his face had turned red. Yelling in a loud voice, he grabbed both her arms tightly, the force which he had used was so much that her hands had started to turn red on the spot just above his fingers and the place just below where he was grabbing.
"How dare you! They were not foul smelly, you idiot. Those flowers are called aphrodisiac."
Sylia could not help but whine in pain with the amount of force he had utilised to grab on to her arms. Once he finished speaking, she lifted her head to look into his eyes only to see rage inside them. However, her eyes had turned slightly misty due to the unbearable pain on her arms.
When Yama's eyes met hers, he was taken back slightly when he noticed the purity and innocence. In his lifetime, it was the first time that he might have ever seen such things in somebody. The innocence which she carried only meant that she had never done anything bad in her life. She has always been so pure. However, purity and innocence were the two things that the Yama himself never believed in those. For him, those two things were only abstract things which could only be spoken of.
His eyes frostily glared at her. The minister who was first taken back when he first noticed the young Sylia. He could not believe that the words about her beauty could be so true. When he had first heard about her, he wished that this might be true to some extent but not completely. However now it seems that the words seemed to be fainting in comparison to her beauty. Now that he had looked at her a sudden thought came to his mind…
"What if the Master marries this beauty princess Sylia?"
However, soon he returned back to his senses when he heard Sylia's painful voice. He was slightly afraid of the force that the Yama had used on Sylia. What if the force the Yama utilised might break the princess's arms? The minister had practically nicknamed Sylia as princess. His intuition believed that such a beauty must have been a crowned princess of some clan. However as soon as these thoughts struck his brain, he immediately recalled about the things that the Bennett witches have informed him about Sylia.
The minister brows furrowed and he started to sweat anxiously. The witches have specifically told him that once provoked Sylia could easily turn into her original blood nature and it won't take her more than a few seconds to finish off the entire generations of a living clan.
He could not even stop the neither party in front of him. He was too scared of the Yama while he was too afraid to provoke Sylia. He was too helpless right now. But Sylia was once provoked, she could destroy their whole clan but as for Yama, only he would have to bear the punishment.
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