"Fuck you, Vanterl. I always knew you are just a piece of shit."
Thitreen scoffed and spat at the man.
"...? Are you suggesting that we met before...?"
Lord Vanterl stopped as the spit evaporated in the air in front of him, and raised his brow, looking at the moss-green-haired boy.
"Odd... your face does seem familiar, but I would remember meeting someone with a curious attribute like transformation..."
He tilted his head, squinting his eyes while trying to jog his memory.
"Ha! We sure did meet! We even worked together for at least twenty years! Although I do not believe that you truly ever looked our way."
"..."
Thitreen grinned and said mockingly, making Vanterl furrow his brows even more, as now even the boy's voice started sounding familiar to him.
"Stop making that constipated expression and call that treacherous bitch of a granddaughter-in-law that you have there. She would not want to miss what happens next."
