Ayla furrowed her eyebrows, mystified by their prolonged silence. Her mouth had already reverted back to their indifferent usual line.
"Tongue-tied? So this much actually scared you all away?" She hummed flippantly.
The way she voiced it so matter-of-factly without any waver to her tone for some reason made Miroh's scalp itch in grievance. Who taught this child to talk down to others like this?
And, most importantly, how could they hire a child in a job where there's a high chance of dying than becoming a rich magnate? This is child labor!
Miroh is slowly considering ratting this party's existence to the officials. He's mental fortitude has always been strong, but he felt like he's outlook had taken a nosedive for awhile now.
Fortunately, he still had to voice out these opinions whe
