"O-Ophelia."
"Princess."
Seeing Ophelia appear, Tyler's first reaction was a bit of panic. He was worried that the Princess might have heard the little female's words and misunderstood.
"Ophelia, isn't it enough that you have a Wolf Beast? You still want to string Tyler along. You're too shameless."
"Jianna, no matter how shameless I am, I could never compare to you. You throw yourself at men, and still, no one wants you."
"Ophelia, you—" Jianna shrieked, her face twisting in rage as she swung a hand toward Ophelia's breathtakingly beautiful face.
SLAP! A crisp sound rang out. A bright red handprint appeared on Tyler's rugged cheek, showing just how much force Jianna had put into the strike.
The smile on Ophelia's face gradually faded into a chilling coldness, her azure eyes brimming with frost. She pulled Tyler behind her and delivered several resounding slaps to that rather plain face.
SLAP! SLAP!
