"I mean I personally do," Aeric got down fully from the winding stairs and looked at the two of them with a smart expression.
Headmistress Lysandra was still in shock, struggling between anger and disbelief as she held on to her clothes, covering her stark body while still sitting on the table the Priest had been fucking her on.
The Divine Priest himself was still on the ground, whimpering almost while covering his face with his hand.
"So," Aeric continued, shrugging pridefully, "which of you is going to answer my question?"
The silence remained after the question. Lysandra looked down at the Divine Priest, who gazed up at her like a puppy looking at its owner.
She then looked at Aeric's direction, and slowly, her face squirmed, signalling she was building courage to fight back. "Who says you're the one who gets to ask questions here, Son Aeric!?"
