Tak!
Tak!
Tak!
Tyrisa drummed her fingers against the armrest of her chair in a restless rhythm with narrowed eyes.
Although her lips were pressed into a thin indifferent line, Tyrisa's fingers betrayed her agitation.
Not many people could see through the aloof princess but her servant and exclusive shadow—Tai—could read her like an open book.
His mistress was infuriated, he could see that.
At first he thought it was because he had been taken out so pathetically by an ambush when he was supposed to have senses akin to an assassin, but the more he observed the more he found out that she didn't care about that.
Tyrisa's opponent, Yoshino was strong, almost as strong as his mistress, even if he had detected the ambush he still would have lost the fight, at best if he was being honest he would have died exactly thirty seconds later than the time he had initially died.
