At this time, Nyx was caught aback by the grand duke's unexpected word, her gaze finding his solitary eye. A bead of sweat could be seen developing and trickling from her head at this point. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but the way the man stared at her was almost as if to say, "You can't hide anything from me."
In all honesty, she'd prefer to dismiss it by laughing and asking, "You're a good jester, aren't you?" and consider it nothing more than a joke. But this was no ordinary individual. And to make matters worse, Karmalion was one of the most racist empires in the world, ranking fourth to be exact; it was because of this that you don't see many demi-humans or non-humans come here to live.
'I'm... I'm so fuck, shit... w-w-what should I do? This man isn't so simple, and don't tell me I have to fight my way out of this mess—not with a monster like him... shit... shit... SHIIITTT!'
