[Re-Chap]
"I've seen you on a flyer... Priest gave it to me—You're Oixaa, aren't you?" Diana screamed in shock, questioning her.
Liv observed the disturbing facial structure which had zero compatibility with the neck and the body and the withered overly greyish skin.
"She's not Oixaa... But her face and skin are." Liv joined Diana, raising her scythe against the fake Oixaa.
"Tch! Who are you, bitch?" Oixaa, annoyed, questioned Liv.
"I've read the reports during the meantime while the Priest was resting... You are not Oixaa, are you? Or should I ask... You are Saima, aren't you?"
Saima's eyes widened, and she stood with her head down, saying nothing back.
"What are you doing with your daughter's face?.... Saima..." Liv purposefully iterated her name strongly, angering her.
