Master, should I?

Camilla, seemingly unflustered, raised an eyebrow and spoke in a calm, composed tone. "Haley, did you forget how brutally I defeated you in our last tournament?"

Haley clenched her fists, her face contorted with a mix of anger and humiliation. "I didn't forget, Camilla. I also remember how you almost killed me that day."

Camilla maintained her composure, with a hint of a smirk on her lips. "Well, here's the thing, Haley. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation."

With gritted teeth and unrelenting anger, Haley could no longer restrain herself. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling with rage. "You... bitch!"