C198 Fitter

"How inconvenient. If you're going to stubbornly stick around, don't blame me for getting my hands dirty!" Fiona's fury had finally reached its boiling point. A long whip, shimmering with flames, materialized in her hand, and she viciously lashed out at the unsuspecting Ainifeel.

"Is she really daring to strike? This Fiona must be out of her mind!" Glancing at Prince Wigner