"So, you boys mind telling me why you look like that?" Aunt Shafrin's stern voice was followed by the soft and rhythmic tapping of her feet as she stood towering over mine and Malachi's kneeling forms.
We were currently in the middle of being grilled because, apparently, our new looks were not acceptable.
My oblivion mark, beautiful nebula eye, and overall handsomeness were being judged as inappropriate, and I couldn't even begin to argue.
The monkey just stayed absolutely silent beside me.
So much for the Apostle of Pride.
"Woman!"
"Ahh… Shulvan, you poor deluded fool." I couldn't help but feel bad for the fellow as his devotion was about to get him in trouble, too.
"Hmmm?" Aunt Shafrin turned, her eyes locking onto the crimson fellow.
"You shall not embarrass my master any further." Credit to him, he stood his ground.
"You're talking to me?" Aunt Shafrin seemed unable to believe her ears.
"Yes. You shan't—"
BANG!!!
