"Milord?" Clutch looked at her warily, and Althea crossed her arms as she stared at him.
He was shaking a bit, obviously intimidated.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Am I scary?"
"I… no, yes…"
"What?"
"Whatever my Lord says is correct."
"Just treat me casually. I'll be angry if people find out about me because of your attitude."
She said so with faux-sternness. What she didn't expect was that he would look like he was about to cry the moment she said it.
Her eyes twitched, not dwelling on it anymore. Obviously, the status of the Lord in this world was relatively high, which was mostly a relief.
Another interesting thing was that NPCs seemed to be speaking another language?
However, she could understand it clearly, as if there was an automatic translation in her head.
Of course their way of speaking was a little different, but her brain could just translate it in a way they would easily understand.
Ansel: Can't my poor pregnant sister take a break?! Someone please give he a soda! D:>