"You're a soldier, aren't you?"
Devina Millet spoke with a hint of fire in her tone.
Pressing her lips together, the thoroughly frightened Liliana Prutoz did not dare to say a word.
"I'm talking to you!"
After a pause, Devina Millet asked in a cold voice.
"Yes."
The pale-faced Liliana Prutoz squeezed out a word from between her teeth.
Even outside, Liliana Prutoz had never been so intimidated, let alone in the united and joyful Forces. Now, faced with the overbearing Devina Millet, she felt like she was encountering the mafia, completely devoid of the will to resist.
It wasn't so much fear as it was shock.
"Then why the hell are you crying," grabbing Liliana Prutoz by the collar with a hand, Devina Millet moved two steps closer, irritably speaking, "you're only eliminated, not like your parents died!"
"..."
Liliana Prutoz was so scared by her that she did not dare to make a sound.
