I want to fight the strongest

DON’T MAKE DADDY SPANK YOU!

"HELP—! THIS MAN IS TRYING TO KIDNAP ME—!"

"Who is?"

"Why are you nervous?"

"I’m not nervous…"

"Then stop speaking like you are."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Why are you nervous?"

"I’m done with my bath now~"

"Why are you telling me this?"

The bigger our hatred is towards mankind, the bigger we grow.

"Can you not."

  "That’s hardly a feat worth mentioning. Speak with your magic, that’s all I want to hear from you."

"I suppose I will," the dark haired woman said, gathering some of her magic around her palms. "Shall we begin?"

"That's what I like to hear." The area around them starts to become surrounded with trees, turning the area into a forest. "Ladies first."

  "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You look like you’re about to cry, pathetic."

"Good. it's best if you don't."

"Thinking out loud, must mean you want someone to talk to you about it."

"I’m just not sure what to think about what I want."

"Don't force yourself to make a decision right away."

  "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You look like you're about to cry, pathetic."

"Thinking out loud, must mean you want someone to talk to you about it."

"I’m just not sure what to think about what I want."

"Take your time, and don't act until you are positive with your decision. If you don't have time to wait, make time."

"What’s wrong." the mage asked 

"Just a young cat thinking to herself."

"Thinking out loud, must mean you want someone to talk to you about it."

"Maybe I was the only person who felt something…—" The young cat-like mage sat down on the railing of her building and let out a small sigh.

"What's wrong." the mage asked 

"And? What about it."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"