Amya.
Of course, I knew she wasn’t in her right mind even before meeting her. But I never expected it to be this bad.
“Ye, yes?”
“I said I’ll give you 700,000. Can’t you understand what I’m saying?”
As Thousand Bloods stuttered at the unimaginable answer, her voice was immediately laced with killing intent.
“I thought you wanted a fair price, so I doubled it. What more are you trying to demand?" "You, you seem a bit too greedy. Do you not know where you are right now?”
And she wasn’t just slightly annoyed; she was instantly seething with hatred. As Thousand Bloods stood flustered by the drastic emotional shift, finding it hard to believe this was the same person he had been conversing with just a moment ago, I took a step forward.
“Lady Amya. I apologize, but may I add a word?”
To redirect the arrow, I spoke as politely as I could. At least to shift the target of her anger toward me.
“Ah, right, you said your name was Haryu? Nice to meet you.”
But Amya did not get angry at me. As if she were some kind of lunatic (which she was), she once again changed her attitude in an instant, greeting me in a sweet tone.
“My name is Amya. How old are you? You still look like a young man.”
That question came up thanks to the mask I was wearing. It seemed Suirak hadn't told her anything.