[Now why would you do that to the poor girl, Mark Vanitas? Little Hylga here was only trying to welcome you.]
A voice suddenly spoke up from everywhere, and Mark narrowed his eyes as he heard it. The voice released a sigh like a mother who was disappointed in the actions of her child before it spoke again.
[You know, most men would try their best not to hurt cute little girls. And here you are, scaring one of the cutest of my children. Did your mother never teach you how to behave with women?]
"She died before we could get that far into the textbook. Is that you, Freya?"
Mark raised a brow in confusion, and the voice chuckled.
[Your intuition is correct. Now, I beg you to stop torturing my poor child. Hylga has had a crush on you for some time now, and it appears that you being so close to her was too much for the poor girl to handle. You should see her face right now, she is practically a tomato.]
