"It's you again."
After Emma gritted her teeth and stabbed the burly man with a beard, cutting off his painful wailing and dragging him away from the trapdoor, the shriveled little girl on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, climbed up, and looked over with displeasure.
"How many times have you interrupted me prematurely?"
Looking at Emma, pale-faced and standing before her, holding a slender sword and staring her down, the "little girl" tilted her head slightly, squinting her eyes as she questioned:
"I remember telling you from the beginning, don't interrupt me while I'm listening to wails, or bear the consequences. Did you not hear, or do you not understand?"
Faced with the questioning from the "little girl," Emma couldn't help but breathe heavily, instinctively stepping back half a step, yet she still tightened her grip on the sword handle, gritting her teeth as she retorted:
