The chimeras hissed in jealousy and the people around them slowly stepped back.
A gaze of social condemnation landed on Moriphis' neck.
After a long while, Moriphis regained his senses and turned to ask.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Marquis Rekandro?"
"What do you mean, how am I looking?"
"You're looking at me like I’m some kind of magical waste from a lab where I’ve been cooped up for half a year."
Romina didn’t deny it. Instead, she switched to the story about the mirror she had almost started earlier.
