"…those aren't yours,"
Sharnoth muttered, staring at the six relics that appeared out of nowhere with a solemn look on her face.
It seemed quite strange to look at her serious face when all she had been doing all this while was laughing like a maniac who had lost her mind.
Zarveth, however, instead of feeling strange—
"As I said,
You didn't leave me any other choice."
He just smiled lightly.
"I must praise you though,
I thought you had lost yourself in your emotions, but you can sense danger even in that state, huh?
Does this mean you didn't consider me an actual threat till now?"
He questioned curiously. Even though his own question put him down, he didn't mind; his curiosity far overwhelmed his sense of shame.
Not to mention, this woman wouldn't survive for long anyway. This incident would disintegrate here with her.
"…what are these?"
Sharnoth questioned.
"Shouldn't you answer my question first?"
