"Ahhh!"
The Scorpion King shrieked, his miserable cry rebounding in the enclosed space.
"Master, Master! Do something! It burns!" He howled in pain.
"Hmph! Idiot, of course it burns! What else did you expect? To cool?"
Versailles was exasperated by the beast's foolish actions. She knew that he was in a hurry to get the job done, but to stupidly put his stinger in the boiling lava was beyond dumb.
As she disdainfully glanced at his tear streaked face, she did not know whether to cry or laugh.
"This much should be good enough. Let's return." Versailles sighed in defeat.
Some sayings were right, habits died hard. Versailles had a bad habit of unconsciously caring for those she considered her own.
Her gaze turned hard as she realized this flaw of hers.
In the end, she was still too soft hearted.
"Yes, Master!"
