«Aren't you afraid to lie your queen in the face?» – Vlada asked calmly.
«How do you mean, Your Majesty?» – Kyon was totally stupefied and numb with anxiety.
«There is no master.» – Vlada's pleasant silvery voice had a new hard edge. Her eyes turned icy cold, and her imperious aura fell on Kyon's chest like a ten-ton rock.
{What's the fuck?!} – Kyon couldn't understand what was happening under the relentless pressure. He had no choice but to continue playing his part to the end. – «I don't understand you, my queen! There are truly impressive techniques in my arsenal. I have no rival in speed and agility, and you claim that I have no master? Well, I couldn't have learned it all by myself! Why should I deceive you, anyway?»