"Step out!" the young woman practically roared, her short white-ash hair dancing with strands of gold from her Mana.
She looked prepared, a rapier unsheathing from her hip in a flash. In an instant, it was already a fraction of an inch from Theron's throat. However, the latter hardly flinched. The only semblance of movement was a shift of his eyes from the young woman's eyes to the weapon that hung just below his chin.
"Apologies miss, but I'm under Scholar Mcintyre's care as a scholar in training myself. I am no warrior."
"I didn't ask for your life story. I asked you to step out! Do you only know how to bully children?"
"I hardly bullied the young prince. I only trapped him for a moment after he attacked me," Theron said calmly.
"You understand nothing. Do you not understand how to coddle a child?!"
Theron blinked. "… By the young miss' logic, shouldn't you be more forgiving to me?"
