Sword Empress's POV
Cough.
She caught me off guard. To think she'd turn my own words against me. Do I sound that old? I'd never noticed. After my rejuvenation, maybe I should've adopted a youthful tone? Changing now would feel forced…
Ugh!
Snapping back to reality, I faced an unbelievable sight.
"Sir, I'll give you a special treat, just for you…"
"Nooo…"
She was climbing onto him as he lay there. My sword moved before my mouth.
Whoosh!
"…That's enough."
The blade lodged into the wall, blocking her. She shot me an annoyed glare, but I was the one who should be annoyed.
Crack.
My mood was ruined, interrupted just before she could taste the finest fruit.
"…What's the meaning of this, guest?"
"And what was that stunt you just pulled?"
"Hehe… What stunt? I was just serving a guest as the manager."
Swinging my sword or stooping to vulgarity would mark me as an amateur. A true master stays composed.
