"Well, this isn't any fun, now is it?" the Duchess' father smiled. "Also, I believe I said that Ebison would need to defeat you within 100 moves. I don't think I said anything about your number of moves."
"If you're so eager to kill me, then just do it. You're as childish as your daughter," Sylas said indifferently.
"Father!" the Duchess' words were cut short as she registered what Sylas had said, then her face flushed with exasperation. Did this man have the ability to control his mouth?!
She didn't even seem to realize that she wasn't all that angry about Sylas insulting her too—just annoyed.
However, the only response they both gained was laughter. The Duchess' father laughed uproariously—not a cold sort of laugh, but instead a true belly laughter.
"I'd do a better job of protecting your life if I were you. Looks like he's waking up," he finally said.
