"What's a black priest anyway?" Daniel's voice sounds playful, and that made her upset.
"YOU DAMN SHIT! DON'T PLAY WITH ME! ANSWER ME PROPERLY WHEN I ASK A QUESTION!" She was frustrated as she shouted at the phone because she thought she had trusted another monstrous murderer beast again.
She forgot that their normal conversation was always mixed with mischievous remarks.
"Why are you so worked up early in the morning?" Daniel, cluelessly asking, wonders what's wrong with her mood.
"Randell told me you're a demonic priest. Tell me honestly, what kind of priest are you?"
"Ah, Is that what they called me?"
"Aren't you one, Sir?" Randell interjected.
Nida looked at Randell, puzzled by why he was talking respectfully to Daniel.
"HAHA, Mr. Wolf, This is what I get from protecting your pack?"
"No sir." Randell continued to talk to him in a composed and respectful manner. "We are always grateful for your protection."
"Then what is it?" Nida asked to clear her anxiousness.
