"That is a wrong answer,"
Sela said flatly.
"You're here because you four are a crew of rotten, lowlife, scum-like bastards who take advantage of innocent people."
At this, none of them could speak. Their mouths stayed shut, their throats dry. The leader could only nod stiffly, like a dolphin with a broken neck.
Wasn't it all just words? Just curses? She could curse all she wanted—as long as she didn't kill them, all was well and good.
Seeing that no one dared dispute her statement, Sela continued.
"Do you want to know why I didn't end you yesterday?"
Sheesh. What a terrifying lady. Casually saying stuff like ending people. The leader thought bitterly to himself.
And though it was questionable whether a fragile noble lady like her could really kill four rugged men like them, for some strange, unspoken reason, they didn't doubt her—not for a second.
Not when the quiet, unreadable figure of the boy beside her hadn't even stirred since they arrived.
