'Who is this man?'
Fae wondered within herself as she glared at him with sheer animosity.
If it wasn't for her duty as a warrior and her perfectly honed self-control she would have torn him limb from limb. That was the consequence of insulting her creator—the progenitor of all Fairies.
The Fairy King!
Anyone who did such a thing deserved nothing short of death.
'Still… I need to act just like the old fart is always telling me. Calmly observe the enemy and extract as much information before finishing the task.'
Fae had always been impulsive in her actions, which was why the Fairy King took extra care in drilling the essence of patience into her.
Thanks to those centuries of constant nagging and training, she finally bent.
'I'll learn all I can from you, just as I know you plan to learn all you can from me, and then afterwards… I'll end your life!'
If she managed to 'accidentally' kill him before then, so be it.
