"Aren't you just jealous of me?" she giggled. "Even though I am younger than you, I am more powerful than you. Since you're so busy playing servant of His Majesty, you don't get to strengthen your powers. I bet you will be defeated even if I give you a handicap of using only weak spells."
"Why don't you try it?"
"I don't want you to go to His Majesty crying and complaining about me like in the past."
Erlos frowned. "You keep reminding me how unlucky I am to have spent my childhood with a cunning fox like you."
"Cunning?" she chuckled lightly. "Well, foxes are meant to be cunning. That's our nature."
"Reason for the hate is clear then. I hate cunning ones."
"It's more like you cannot be smart so you blame me for being cunning. I thought you would have become smarter when we meet this time but…" she sighed loudly.
