"Can you stop holding my hand?" Ember coldly asked.
She wasn't blushing or any other emotion that one would expect to come from a beauty like her. She only constantly exuded a powerful disdain and arrogance that looked down on the world.
"Do you promise that you will behave?" Lawrend asked.
"Hmph. Why would I listen to you?"
She swung her head away and snorted.
"I defeated you once. I can defeat you twice," Lawrend calmly replied.
"Huhhhh? Do you really think that you're so great because you defeated me once? I have the best bloodline of the Ignis Clan besides the ancestors! One day, I will turn into a phoenix!" Ember boasted.
"Phoenix?"
"Phoenix??"
Lawrend and his maids stared at her in surprise.
"Yes. You lowly maids can't imagine it, but the Ignis Clan descended from the legendary Phoenix!"
"..."
