V4 Chapter 8: The Heretic and the Sympathizer

The girl who is on the floor looks at me in utter surprise as if she just saw something unbelievable.

She utters a word that is very familiar to me.

“You-you’re a heretic?”

Heretic this, heretic that! I am getting really annoyed from that word.

I could not help but to express how annoyed I was.

"That shit again?"

The girl responds to my question.

“Aren’t you a heretic? That thing that you did earlier with the wind. That was magic! Only heretics could use magic!”

Magic? Is she serious?

What the girl have said just gave me a whole lot of headache so I couldn’t help but to ridicule her.

“Magic? Are you serious right now? What kind of crazy pill are you taking?”

The girl question me.

“Didn’t you use magic?”

I answer her in a mocking way.

“Magic? Hell no! Do I look like a wizard to you? As I recall, I am not wearing any pointy hat nor am I carrying a big ass staff!”

The girl seems dumbfounded by my answer.

“Wizard? Pointy hat? A big ass staff?”