I was sick of that condescending nature of hers. What kind of a person talks down to others like that in such a cutesy accent? I wanted to puke just thinking about it.
Maybe someone like her would be a Valor or Princess Cliona before she got her character development.
After the gruesome zoology lab test, I escaped and wrote more things for my precious theory.
“Well, we meet again.” It was Maryse.