"Is it over that quickly?" Pannis, with his cheek propped up on the table and looking half-dead, said with a pained expression, "I thought you'd be quarreling for a few more hours."
"We haven't finished arguing, but I felt you were already here, so I told them to pause the fighting for now." Flare didn't resemble a noble and elegant queen at this moment, but more like the girl next door, with a wrinkled nose and a pout, she huffed, "I'll teach them a lesson in a few days, let them see how formidable I am. But... what's with you? Why are you making such a face?"
"I'm dying, save me." Holding a green cuisha fruit in his hand, Pannis said in a plaintive tone, "This cruel Elf, to vent the darkness in his heart, deliberately gave me this fruit, as poisonous as it gets, to eat. I'm accusing him of attempted murder, he surely wants to poison me to death."
