Chapter 114: CHAPTER 113: The Wife, The Husband, The Daugther

"We are far enough," she huffed. "Damn, that was fun. I get to test my new potions."

"Ah!" She turned to look at him, and somehow, Khaleel took a step back. Fearing she would take something from her satchel and throw him a mysterious misery bottle. "What?" She laughed at his reaction.

"Nothing," he said.

He was embarrassed.

Witnessing the scene earlier made her image in his head became someone he should be wary of.

She was amazing and unpredictable.

She took a vial from her satchel and squat down to the slave's eyesight level and smiled.

Khaleel found himself being antagonistic to this little slave.

What was so special about her? This thing just had a similar feature to the first princess and that was it. It could not even talk, why was Rym so caring about it? Was she so obsessed with the first princess that she had taken into liking to a lowly specie of human?