"My name is Felicia Ayde Boldenville, the first child of the noble Earl of the Boldenville family. You could say I'm Allen's lord or master," Felicia proclaimed with pride, whipping her hair confidently in the elevator as she made her way to class that day. "Geirhild. I don't care about human nobility," Geirhild replied.
"Geirhild. I don't care about human nobility," Geirhild retorted, her tone devoid of interest.
"I know. I heard about you from Allen," Felicia replied, attempting to bridge the gap.
"Then you should know I won't be friends with just anyone."
"How rude. I'm not just anyone, am I? I'm Allen's master."
"I didn't even intend to be friends with Allen in the first place."
Felicia's expression turned somber upon hearing Geirhild's blunt statement.
"Why do you still want to be friends with this barbarian dwarf?" Felicia turned to Allen for an explanation.
