"Watchu smirking for?" I asked, my temper already pushing the lid off of my brain and the steam slowly leaking out of my ears.
"That's a good wake-up call you just gave these bastards," Cora muttered before taking her exit, the rest of the knights following after her.
I sat down on the rocking chair in the corner of the room, and my maids just stood beside me nervously, fidgeting with their hands.
"W-Would you like some tea?" My maid of flames asked, and my sigh was more than enough to tell her to hurry up.
I should just do this shit all by myself.
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"Hey, what's the limit to my [Necromancy]? You must have an idea, right? I still want to be able to use my fire skills, so is there a limit or amount or cap I reach before losing all of my mana and control?" I asked my maid of death, who stood beside me, smiling and almost giggling to herself.
