“That’s because, don’t you see that I am a priestess? Solia’s priestess! The youngest in history!”
‘So what?’
The look on Riley’s face could be summarized in those two words.
“Ha…”
Is she really still a child?
Among the words said by the high priest Libesra, Riley recalled the word ‘puberty’ casually tossed out in the middle. Riley sighed and asked,
“So what?”
Instead of using formal language, the unrespectful form of speech effortlessly spewed out from Riley.
“Huh? Now that I think about it, you are spitting out words in informal form. Excuse me sir, but are you hard of hearing? Did you not hear me say I am a priestess?”
“What about it?”
This time, the look on Pricia’s face became hollow as if she had just taken a blow.
“That is, what I am saying is…”
“What about it? So what? Is this when I am supposed to be mesmerized after looking at a priestess? Ian, is that how it is?”
It was a tense situation as it was, so Ian was keeping his head down, trying not to get on anyone’s nerves. Ian’s shoulders shivered due to the blunt question launched at him.
“Yes? No, that is…”
Before Ian could even respond, Riley continued.
“Ugh, no matter how I look at you, you are ugly as hell.”
“…Huh?”
Due to the height difference, Riley was able to stare down at Pricia. Now he was sending a contemptuous glare toward her.
Not just Ian, but other priests nearby listening to the conversation as well, made a ‘Hup?!’ sound as they gasped for air.
“Are you deaf? You over there. I’m telling you that you are hideous. Now I want to turn the tables and ask you a question instead… How do you expect me to have my face turn red from a little girl who isn’t even my type? It’s not like you are a dumbass, are you?”
“Uh, u…”
It was most unexpected.
Upon hearing such harsh words that she had never heard before in her life, Pricia was gradually starting to cringe.
Her face was still the same, pretty and becoming of a priestess, but teardrops were moistening the corners of her eyes.
“What now? Are you crying? So you are crying. Why? You are the runt who slapped me first, so why?”
The tone of his voice suggested that he was trying to protest and say that he was the one being treated unfairly. Riley looked around and asked the priests nearby.
“I responded because she asked me if I was impotent, so is it still my fault?”
“Pri… priestess!”
Riley didn’t get to hear a response.
The priests only rushed to Pricia’s side and handed her handkerchiefs.
Her cheeks swelled up like a balloon.
“It’s fine! I don’t need them!”
Some of the handkerchiefs offered were swept away by the back of her hand and fell to the floor.
“Oh my, if you are ugly, you should at least have a pretty personality, but it looks like that’s not the case either here?”
“Ugh…!”
The classy atmosphere from the beginning left the scene somehow.
Instead, the phrase ‘unrefined little brat’ was a more apt description for Pricia’s current demeanor. She tightened her fists and started to glare at Riley.
The teardrops barely hanging on at the tips of her eyes were on the brink of falling along her cheek.
It was definitely a look fitting of an adolescent girl in puberty.
“What? What are you glaring at me for?”
Riley stared down at her once again with contempt-filled eyes.
It was an act displaying the whole truth without an iota of falsehood.
To be honest, Riley wanted to strangle the priestess by her neck, but he was holding himself back. Riley’s hatred and anguish were to the extent of feeling better after watching this little girl cry.
Riley didn’t have it easy in his previous life.
“Ian, let’s get going.”
“M-Master?”
“What are you doing? Nothing good will come of us tarrying around here any longer. So let’s get going.”
Riley cringed as if he was trying to say that he couldn’t stand looking at Pricia on the verge of shedding tears. He turned and started to march away.
“…Ha!”