Gumiho's pink eyes glowed intensely with unadulterated rage as she stared at the two human knights.
"This little bitch has two tails?"
"Haha, her whore of a mother must have taken two foxy rods at once."
The knights babbled, totally unaware that what awaited them was something more brutal than anything they had faced in war.
"Tch, I let my guard down thinking they were just some twerps," the knight with the bleeding arm muttered.
"She must have already formed a core. Khekhekhe, we just found a treasure chest," the other one said with a wide smirk, drawing his sword.
Gumiho, on the other side, didn't respond to any of the insults thrown at her. It might have been because she was too young to understand, or she was simply unbothered by the words of nobodies.
She wasn't a five-year-old silly girl anymore who wanted to play with her friends. At that moment, what I was seeing was a monster among men, radiating utter bloodlust toward the knights who dared to hurt her father.
