"What are you picking?" He said with a casual tone.
I might as well get to know her, since she will be my seatmate.
She didn't answer him right away, only tilting her head slightly to meet his gaze. Her cream hair flowed over her shoulder. Their eyes locked onto each other. One filled with curiosity, the other out of something entirely different.
Perhaps, she was determining whether to answer at all.
And after a brief pause. She looked away and responded with a cold voice. "Sword cultivator and aura."
The way she said it was clean and smooth. She only said what needed to be said. As if talking more was a waste of time. And each word carried no emotion.
No elaboration.
'A little harsh, to say the least,' Vergil thought to himself at her response.
[You found another one, but she does pose quite the challenge,] the system remarked. [She seems very uninterested in you.]
