"How bothersome~ "
Vanessa muttered first and than turned her head afterwards.
Her emotionless gaze focused on the figure of Aynz o'roth. Who with a scythe in his hand, advanced towards her and her Master.
Where, the scythe was something Aynz had summoned after his previous wrathful, indignant and outraged cry. It had a three meter long obsidian-black handle and a two meter wide crimson-red curved blade adorned with thin pulsating blood veins.
The scythe hummed a thick brutality and a dense cruelty. It throbbed in rhythm with his steps, which were bold yet measured. His eyes were wide, full of wrath.
His presence erupting and spreading unabashedly, disregardfully and apathetically, a result of the humiliation that rocked his heart.
