"Anya, you went too far, using that kind of magic against me..."
Twenty seconds later, Miyali, back to normal, pouted and with her clear, pale golden eyes almost brimming with tears, she looked at the elf girl with a face full of grievance.
"It was you who started it, and then said those... those things... Anyway, we are even now!"
Looking into Miyali's eyes, Antinoya guiltily averted her gaze and continued walking with forced momentum, but her voice lacked some confidence.
Staring—
Miyali pursed her lips, said nothing, and just silently stared at Antinoya.
"Alright, alright, I get it! When we go back, you can do whatever you want, is that okay now—"
Withstanding Miyali's resentful gaze for a few steps, Antinoya finally couldn't resist, her feigned tough demeanor collapsed, and the whole elf's aura softened immediately.
"You said it, no backsies—"
Miyali looked at Antinoya pitifully,
"I won't..."
