Malric didn't worry about Lior's attitude and just continued his rant, "I heard that one of your sisters has the soul sight as her innate ability of Soulcraft. This enables her to heal soul wounds, so she should be able to heal whatever you did to my hand."
"Ah… I see…" Lior nodded.
"So, when are you going to get her to treat me? If you do this, I wouldn't put any grudge in my mind and forgive you instantly."
Lior chuckled at Malric's words, and when it finally died down, he looked at him and hissed. Then, he said with a little chuckle, "You are very funny. Now, tell me, are you asking or begging politely? Because how you do it will depend on whether your hand will remain ugly forever or be better."
"You little brat!" Malric's anger flared at Lior's words. His face ignited with rage as he stared at Lior, his hands turning into fists, and he wanted to strike at Lior, but Lior was fast with his words.
