“Well, that’s one way to talk to a girl. Guess you got a bit of sense, or you’re taking lessons from that freak.” Came her drawl, expression amused but not entirely soothing the irritation still flashing in her single eye, the terse line of her lips, even when smirking.
“Since you troubled me, you get to answer a question. Where’s the get-up from?”
Such words coming from a woman was enough to make his thought-process falter. It was not that he was unfamiliar with bold statements, nor did they perturb him, for Zhang Liao himself had heard far worse on the field of battle. But from a woman? She was largely out of place in the reserved society he was accustomed to.
"It was crafted for me by my lord.” He explained, head lifting, gaze shifting to look at her directly. His tone was flat, but direct in response. “I am one of many blades meant to cut his ambitious path. My armour serves to protect me as I do him.”
