Click—!
With a subtle clicking, the door was swirled open.
In came a boy with spiky orange hair and a long katana tied to his waist. He held a black and red jersey in his hand as he walked over to Yelena.
The elven beauty turned to me and gave me a long glare.
"Plead guilty and beg," she commanded, crossing her legs and leaning back on her chair which looked more like a throne than anything. "You're not my brother. He is dead. But I will still give you one chance to plead guilty and beg for mercy. If you do that, I might just let you off easy."
Lies.
One look in her eyes and it was clear that she was lying. She had no intention of letting me go easy.
A glance into her eyes and it was obvious that she had no intention whatsoever of being merciful.
Even if I were to kneel before her and plead for mercy, she would scornfully say something like, 'A Morningstar groveling like an insect. You are not worthy of that name.'
