Roselia's POV
Cold sweat trickled down my spine as I gauged her reaction. She wasn't buying it—not entirely. But why was I groveling? Indignation flared within me. Who had gleefully wrecked my tavern? As the owner, I had every right to kick them out. I was the victim here, and they were the culprits who'd ruined my business.
Yes, I had every reason to stand tall.
"Sir, the estimated damages to my shop from your fight with your companion today—" I began, my voice steadier.
"Come to think of it, I have a question," Shin Yuwol interrupted, her tone deceptively casual.
"…What is it?" I asked, wary.
"I've seen a formation that moves people to other places before…"
Flinch.
A killing intent radiated from her, her smile replaced by a chilling edge.
Shing.
Her sword was at my throat before I could blink.
Gulp.
"Blood Cult," she said, the words dripping with venom. "Are you lot remnants of the Blood Cult too?"
