"Who are you?"
Simon studied the woman for a moment.
The wind stirred her silver-grey hair, but she kept her eyes on him. Behind her, the others waited above the broken sheets of ice.
"That's a rather rude way to begin a conversation."
Her brows drew together.
"You approached me," Simon continued. "You should introduce yourself first, then ask for my name."
A male Daegrin stepped forward. He had short silver hair, and the red veins along his neck brightened as his expression hardened.
He was also a Superior Demon Lord.
"Watch your mouth. A mere Greater Demon dares to speak to her like-"
"Enough."
The woman turned her head.
He stopped.
"But-"
Her glare grew colder.
The rest of his words disappeared.
Simon watched without changing his position. Beside him, blood dripped from the Mauler's hanging forelimb into the sea.
The woman faced him again.
"Forgive the interruption. And my abruptness."
She inclined her head slightly.
