"I've acknowledged you, but that doesn't mean I'll tolerate endless insolence," he replied, a wave of energy rolling from him, raising goosebumps across her skin.
Her instincts screamed: Defying him further was unwise.
"…Fine," she relented.
"No honorifics, huh?" he noted, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"I don't even know who you are."
"To react like that after feeling my aura—bold indeed. But I like that. It's been a while since I found a decent toy."
Being called a plaything could've sparked her anger, but his power made it almost reasonable. His strength was on par with Shin Yuwol's—untouchable, no matter how she struggled. To someone of his caliber, others might naturally seem like toys.
"Now, I'll ask again. Who's your master?" His voice carried an undeniable pressure.
Defying him could end her newfound life here and now. But there was a problem.
"…What do you mean by 'master'?" she asked, genuinely confused. She wasn't some slave.
