"Is this some new kind of profanity?"
The red-haired swordswoman sneered, "More people have called me a demon, but you're the first to call me an angel."
Would a projection possessed by an angel know it's an angel?
If it knew, would it confess or disguise?
Ash couldn't tell, but he didn't need to decide now. He said sincerely, "I'm not here for revenge or to catch you. I'm here to help you!"
"Why would the famous Ash Heath help a wanted criminal like me? Do you take me for a naive girl?" The red-haired swordswoman's sword stance suddenly became frenzied, her voice shriller with resentment: "Do you think you can deceive me? Do you think I'd let my guard down and fall for your plot? You despicable, shameless scumbag, I'm going to stab you right below with my sword—"
"Shut up." Ash's sword stance also quickened, "My tolerance for your profanity ends at a small trumpet."
"Ha, why should I listen to a miserable orphan like you?" she mocked, "Trash, go to hell!"
