"What are you talking about? Are you saying that you want me as your apprentice precisely because I can't use mana at all? It sounds unreasonable. I don't trust you," Ares said, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Don't trust me? That's very mean of you... I sacrificed my life to keep you alive, you know?" she said, pretending to be offended.
"A woman with this smug heart of yours wouldn't get offended by a fifteen-year-old boy like me. Don't kid with me, General."
She sighed, crossing her arms.
"Frankly... nowadays, men don't have a sense of humor at all. That's the worst thing. Maybe I won't marry so soon with the lack of funny men out there."
"I bet that men are busier looking for elegant women, not the types like you," Ares muttered, though Melissa heard it very well.
She pinched him on the cheek, pulling it with so much strength that Ares thought that she would take his skin off.
"Aaah! Stof id! Id hurds!"