I’m calling you a kid. No matter how you look at it, you’re a brat.
[The crimson-eyed albino had already met many kinds of children and a lot of them claimed to be older than they looked but unless there was proof of it, he never believed it. This case was not going to be the exception.]
Tch, if I knew I wouldn’t still be stuck in this hellhole.
"A-a brat! Really now! Mannnn." Sigh.
"Aaah, but how old are you at most? At least, 17. At most, 24. I've stopped counting way before my hands became translucent because people like you didn't believe-- in fact, how on earth can you see me? There's nothing holy about you. None." At this point of time, all Suwako cared about was restoring her honor in front of the brat. She's never had thaaaaat much to do anyways.
