"Who are you? What are you after? Why are you in a cat's form? How do you get here? Did you manipulated the Human to bring you here? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Remelia stares deep in the cat eyes who simply reply her gesture with a yawn.
"Which warlord do you serve? Why are you here?"
Nelia takes the cat and hides it from Remelia's hostility, "Bro, you can't just—"'
Bobo, "Bro?" That's sound more like a threat than a question.
"Er… ehehe, wrong pronouns. Everyday's mistake. Aish…"
Remelia looks at them back and forth, "Bro? What's kind of pronoun is that?"
Bobo answers, "Modern one."
"Pshh," The Queen throws back her hair and they drops significantly slow as if breaking the gravity's law. And no one suspects a thing. "Back in my day, we call people peasants and mortals, demons and monsters. What lame pronoun is that, bro?"
