"Young lady, you seem to be overreacting quite a bit." The leader of the soldiers spoke, his frigid gaze locked onto Ella, who stood her ground at the village entrance, unwilling to yield.
"You say you felt offended? But we have by no means insulted you, have we? All we request is to speak to the chief of this village, perhaps you wanted us to say it more nicely, is that what you wanted?" The man maintained a composed demeanor.
Ella, resolute as ever, didn't flinch. She retorted, "You called my master a feeble fool. I advise you to depart. If the others arrive, they won't show such restraint."
The man's voice dripped with arrogance as he uttered,
