"And who do you think you are to butt in you peasant?"
Abanoon looked at the woman who was clinging to Romonos who keeps on brushing her hair.
"And who are you too? Ughh, Ughhh."
Charole asked as she coughed, but her brows was raising as she asked Abanoon those questions.
"You wanted to take my blood and you pretend you don't know me?"
Abanoon chuckled as she looked at the woman who look offended at what she said.
"Oh, so you are the slave that Romonos was talking before? The one who did everything for us?"
She said as she even looked at Abanoon from head to toe like she was surveying her whole appearance.
"Slave? Aren't you the lowly slave here?"
Abanoon looked at her insultingly and the woman look really insulted as she gasped for breath when she heard what she said to her.
It seems like she has been hit by reality.
"You have the nerve to talk about status when you are the only one here who has a lowly blood here."
