A sudden slap echoed inside en elegant room, the face of the beautiful fair-skinned beauty turning red as she slammed against the white walls with golden fixtures and the young girl's eyes filled with both dismay and shock.
It was the first time someone had struck her for something outside of failing to master a skill within the time limit... Amalia's chest began racing as she felt a sense of terror from the arrogant face of her master.
"How dare you?" The Sword Saintess exclaimed with a frosty tone, her eyes so narrow they formed terrifying slits.
'I am wrong... I have to apologise!'
Amalia threw her body onto the quilted blue carpet, her hands placed down, grasping the soft ground with her face to the floor, rubbing it incessantly, hoping to gain forgiveness from her master before she suffered a worse fate.
"M-Master... I am wrong..."
With a sigh, the sword saintess looked down at the grovelling sight of her apprentice.
