Bab 173: Tradition

"Who am I, you say?" Ave drawled as she circled the trembling man on the ground, her wicked smirk turning more evil as she crouched down in front of him. "I am the..." She turned to look towards Lucian and the audience with a smirk playing mischievously on her face. She was enjoying herself and liked the bruise she had inflicted on the man's mouth.

However, she knew not to give away that she was from the palace and that Lucian was like a best friend to her. Anyone who insulted him in her presence would face a far greater punishment with her wooden sword. Not that she could wield a real sword to protect herself, but she could swirl and use it to beat up idiots like this actor.