"Die... you mean in the literal sense?" Icilia subtly flinched, hiding her fear behind a nervous smile.
"Of course!" The girl happily skipped around. "You sent all those bad men after me, didn't you? A proper lady of Constanta should do her utmost to mirror intents. You wished to kill me, thus, I desire nothing more than to end you."
The way she spoke such disturbing words with the sweetest of tones was a jarring contrast, making most of the magi hesitate.
Icilia forced out a chuckle. "There must have been a slight confusion, young lady. It was Annest—yes, Annest who commanded those rogue magi to attack you. Not me. How could a weakling such as I order around so many people? I'm a simple, guiltless subordinate."
The girl narrowed her beautiful, mismatched eyes. "Annest? You mean that rude turquoise-haired woman?"
"Yes!" Icilia bobbed her head with enough vigor to make her strands flicker. "It's indeed her!"
