" FUCK THIS. " - Furious, Verdia slammed her fist on the table, breaking it in half. Her chestnut hair waved aggressively in the closed room, taking on a shade of intense scarlet. Within seconds, they transformed into something like flames dancing in the air. Unexpectedly, the temperature around the woman jumped several degrees.
" Where are you going? " - Magnus seemed calm, stopping Verdia halfway to the exit. His hand tightened an iron grip on the angry woman's wrist, restraining her further movements.
Magnus furrowed his brow. Even as he covered his hand with a thick layer of mana, he could still feel Verdi's skin vaporizing him. That was an unexpected development. Clearly, he had underestimated her attachment to Ramiel.
