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Despite Dixie's threat, the glare that Amos aimed at the crimson-haired girl approaching him was no less murderous than before. After all, the hatred he had in his heart for this girl had long since exceeded the point where he could keep it from showing on his face.
Not to mention, even if he could have, Amos would never choose to show meekness in front of his enemy. That was the last of his pride.
But even though the rage in his eyes was palpable, surprisingly enough, the boy didn't speak a word.
Emilia smiled thoughtfully as she got closer to him. "How have you been the past few weeks? I trust my dearest knight has been treating you 'well'?"
Her statement alone was a blatant attempt at prodding his open wounds, and since the crimson-haired girl didn't kneel down to get on his level while Amos was tied to the ground, the feeling of being looked down on was even worse.
