"There's no such thing," An Su still smiled, using soul transmission. "One wouldn't eat people if it weren't a famine year."
"But you carry the scent of other girls, from that Bone... um, right? And a whiff of the Golden Kite Flower, from that woman called Cersei, right?"
Enya's perceptual abilities were terrifyingly powerful, the Miss Maid said heavily in An Su's ear, "They're edible? But I'm not, is that right?"
"I'm not going to discuss this logic with you..." An Su couldn't outtalk the maid beneath him and began to quote from various sources, "In any case, you shouldn't have said it, once you've said it, you're at fault."
The Celestial Messenger watching on turned ashen-faced, his gaze utterly dead, that damned imp An Su even had such a maid, he felt his faith crumbling, which he had upheld until now.
