Rosa felt the push but quickly crouched down, slowing down the speed. She laughed at him. Her laugh was unkind and even stung in the moment.
“You only have the outer look inside there is a problem. You don't have devotion. Did you think you could make me fall for those tricks of yours? Yes, maybe I deserve all those things you said but I do not require that glory that fancyness. I am good as the Queen of Rante. Even if I was not, I would have been happy. Rather, what makes me angry is you. You and people like you wish to focus on the wrong things that happen and do not hesitate to condemn the innocent in the process. How are you any different from the Mad Lord?” Rosa scolded him as her blood-stained finger pointed at him.