"Svanni!!!"
The Vampire wore an expression of grief and betrayal, gritted her teeth fiercely, and kicked under the table in anger.
—But her short legs weren't long enough, and the kick of resentment missed.
So, Miss Vampire became even angrier.
"What do you mean!?"
Damn!
You actually slander me!
Curse you.
You're truly cursed!
She glared at her across the table like a fiend, but due to her beautiful features, the fierce look seemed rather coquettish.
Svanni didn't care how cutely fierce Eliza's expression was and calmly appreciated her look, saying leisurely:
"You know what I mean, yeah, just as you think."
She said, without any demonstration, exceptionally bluntly: "You truly inherited your father's tendency for masochism..."
"Ahhhh—shut up! Shut up now!!!"
As soon as Svanni started talking, Eliza held her head and howled powerlessly, looking utterly despairing.
"Stop talking! I can't hear you! I can't hear a thing—boohoo!"
