"I am not in the mood for jokes."
"Oh, I know you're not known for your sense of humor… What you are known for, however, is your foolish sense of justice. Isn't that right…
…Silvie? Or should I say…
…Silvie the Slayer?"
There was no wind inside Anastasia's room at all, but the stranger's robes were suddenly lifted up and blown away, revealing her long brown, almost golden hair and her bright blue eyes. And although there was a fierceness in her face, her eyes still held a gentle temperament in them.
But still, it was evident in her lowered eyebrows that she did not appreciate Anastasia's comment at all.
"If you stare at me like that, Princess — we are going to have a lot of trouble, you and I," the smirk on Anastasia's face turned into a coquettish smile. She then subtly licked her lip before approaching Silvie and standing right in front of her face,
"Or what… do you not like your title, Silvie? I say it's quite fitting since you—"
