"A-Are you perhaps Great Grandmaster Hereswith?" Lux asked after he had bathed in the beautiful woman's curses, that made Cethus' senseless arrogance look cute.
"That is indeed who I am," Hereswith replied. "Has Gaap told you about me?"
"He has," Lux answered. "He said that you are kind, benevolent, caring, beautiful, gentle, and couldn't turn a blind eye to people that need help."
"Awwwww! My Gaap still hadn't forgotten me," Hereswith said softly. "He's so sweet. Unlike you, little c*nt, who isn't even half as cute as him when he was your age!"
Lux pretended that he hadn't heard the beautiful Elf's words, and looked at her with a calm expression on his face.
"Great Grandmaster Hereswith, are you really dead?"
"Calling me Great Grandmaster is so stiff. Just call me Lady Hereswith, or just Hereswith. Also, you still haven't introduced yourself, you little sh*t. Didn't your mother teach you proper manners?"