Be my maid?
Upon hearing these words, Miyamoto Mito's dark and beautiful eyes widened in apparent surprise, seemingly not expecting Ying Yue to make such a demand.
Once she regained her composure, a flush of embarrassment and anger appeared on her pretty face as she scolded, "Pervert!"
"So, do you agree or not?" Ying Yue raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, I agree. As long as you can defeat my longsword, what does it matter if I go with you to Huaxia?"
With a sharp cry, a sleek Japanese sword suddenly appeared in Miyamoto Mito's delicate hand.
She gripped the sword with one hand and pressed against the blade with the other, her aura instantly transforming.
Gone was her previous innocent charm, replaced instead by a fierce coldness, pride, and unstoppable determination, like a peerless sovereign standing at the pinnacle of thousands, ready to cut down all who dared defy her.
"Interesting, truly interesting!"