"Do you seriously have that much free time to be strolling around here?" Ryan questioned.
He observed Ophelia with a raised eyebrow, maintaining his relaxed and bored posture in his seat.
She let out a cynical laugh, making herself very comfortable on the cold armrest of the throne.
But before the demon queen could respond to her host's irony, Helen and Mirian reacted immediately.
The two girls were not willing to tolerate this enormous lack of respect toward their lord's personal seat. For them, the throne was a place that no one else should touch with such familiarity.
"What the hell is she doing here again," Mirian complained aloud.
And Karol struck the hard stone floor with the tip of her staff, showing her evident annoyance at the interruption.
"Hey, this isn't your house to stroll through freely whenever you feel like it," Helen demanded with a lot of aggression in her tone of voice.
