Shane has little interest in Chafne's personal remarks.
This bitch is just pretentious and still thinking about playing games. Has she forgotten how she crashed and burned at his hands?
If you weren't a demon, you would have crashed into some deep ditch long ago over these tens of thousands of years.
Shane constantly slanders her in his heart, completely forgetting that a certain Enchanting Demon Lord can read minds.
"..."
Feeling Shane's thoughts, Chafne was filled with anger.
But when she thought about how she indeed crashed at this guy's hands, she felt another wave of frustration.
Why am I so unlucky?
For tens of thousands of years, I've always been the one to toy with others and have them at my mercy. Why did I crash hands with a man I hadn't even known for a few days, losing the most important thing?
