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"Ooou, that frown. Makes your beautiful face so ugly, to be honest."
A man smiled, amused, at the petite girl not more than five feet tall standing before him. A thick, brownish will spiraled around him, making the air heavy.
But she didn't answer, only offering a cold, silent glare.
The man chuckled.
"Why so angry, princess? I'm just following orders."
"You annoy me." Her voice was childlike, just as her appearance.
"I don't know why. Maybe because you're her errand boy. Maybe it's the way you sound. Maybe it's your stupid face. Or maybe because I'm staring at a fool. Your entire existence irritates me. You'd be doing the world a favor by slitting your throat."
The man's smile vanished. He was a subordinate of her mother, yes, but still a respectable baron-rank god. No one of that standing would take insults from a child lightly.
"Your mother wants you back, princess. None of this would happen if you simply listened."
