Chapitre 103: ---

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I wasn't sure how or why and I couldn't properly understand why I felt like exploding, but I couldn't take it anymore. 

Why did I have to deal with this nonsense? 

From Fashire's ungrateful probing even after I had fed him to the High Priestess' blatant disrespect, to Fashire's vulgar mouth—something completely new to me at this point and so sudden—I snapped. 

I was having enough of this back and forth, both with him and myself. 

Not minding the audience, I pulled my arm out from under his and flailed my hands as I let out an exasperated sigh as if I was signalling to the high heavens. 

"I am done!" I hissed as low as I could, but they heard me.

"I can't do this anymore," I nearly whined, turning a frantic heated glare at a stunned Fashire. "You sicken me. You are not a child, and I am tired of you!"