Rosella saw all the people in the cells. She does not like their disdainful expressions.
London and Calais did not like it either, so…
[Burst].
Both of them sent a fire spell towards them, heating their faces and almost burning their eyes.
Rosella raised her hand, stopping the brother and sister act.
"Do you know where are you? Who are you? And who am I? To show such outright disrespect towards a high-ranking person, you must at least hold the king rank, right?"
When Rosella's voice fell down, the men in the cells fell silent. Their burning eyes and skin hurting, but her words remind them her superior status, not only for being a Princess, but for being blessed by the spirits.
They, who need to use recognition from the spirits to cast magic, are disrespecting her, the one cherished by the spirits.
Their pallid faces are not only due to their pain, but also because their actions can make them simple humans.
