"I must say, your late proposal has made my already bad mood even worse, Vivian."
The young girl vented furiously, her delicate and pretty face filled with dissatisfaction towards the Black Robe old crone.
The latter, however, only looked at her with a respect that contained indulgence, and softly said, "It seems that our Miss Molli'er encountered something else inside, is that the real reason why you feel upset?"
"Yes, a vile, weak, and filthy insect."
The girl crossed her arms and said coldly, "Only in the remote and barbaric soil of the South could such dirty and ugly creatures grow..."
"Filthy?"
The Black Robe old crone captured the rarely used word in the girl's speech, and her wrinkled, tree-bark-like old face suddenly turned ice-cold, the air around her collapsing and twisting in an instant.
"Sounds like you've been greatly offended... Is there anything I should do?"
The girl realized her slip of the tongue, a faint blush rose on her creamy cheeks, but soon faded away.
