Chapitre 93: Date (3)

"It's the stinky rat from this morning."

The team leader pushed out from the table, leaning closer to Seph, and mimed sniffing.

"Yep, and your rat girlfriend stinks just as bad. You filth don't belong in an establishment as fine as this one."

"Huh?! The hell are you saying?!"

Seph's head drooped a bit after hearing the woman's words, and Edol went on the offensive.

"Is your nose broken, or are you too distracted by your disco ball of a master to think straight?"

Edol angrily gestured to the copious amounts of jewelry hanging from the bitchy one's neck and wrists.

"Sorry, but all the jewelry in the world can't cover up your ugly personality. It doesn't help much with the looks, either."

The relic leader shot up from her seat, drawing a dagger that'd been strapped to her waist. 

"Shitty punk, what did you say?! You and your filthy partner will apologize this instant!"