To Hill's surprise, Shaer had no intention of making a move. She just said coldly, "The pretty and adorable Little Flower Fairy shows a condescending, gentle, and amiable side. The little fairies will be moved to tears. If you did the same, people below would probably all run away, wouldn't they?
At least when I speak, absolutely no one dares to sneak away!"
Hill blinked; he didn't quite understand the logic behind the sisters' way of handling things.
If it were Hill, hearing Celene's intentionally provocative tone, he would have definitely gotten agitated… But Shaer could decisively fight back with words.
Was Celene's way of speaking not meant to start a war, but just an invitation to a war of words?
Is this the advantage of being sisters for hundreds of thousands of years?
Hill didn't understand; Hill was greatly shocked… but he could only sip his elf wine expressionlessly... He needed this cool fruit wine to soothe his chaotic emotions.
