Once Upon the White Domination

"Get kicked by a horse and die!"

Without the affection, albeit of little account, Necromancer took a leap of faith by saying something brutally tsundere straight to her foe's face.

I can't believe how it struck a nerve.

I stared at her, even slanted my eyebrows to an ominous expression fitting for someone who can't express them.

All due to the cumbersome nature of speech, I've been disregarding that I can naturally be genuine when I'm disgusted. Like, oh boy, you've wrung hell out of the Strongest Mage, Miss Necromancer, how do you think of dodging an oldfangled way of receiving the guillotine?

"What the hell are you on about, creep?!"

Frankly, I definitely would have a hard time comprehending what I said. I like the composition─but I didn't mean to incorporate rolling heads. I would take it from the subconscious, technically pointing out I had been skewered earlier by you.

Grudge.