Miss Calamity's Vicious Tongue

"…Are we going to fight or not?" Varian grumbled.

Yuor Quin raised her head and glanced at Varian with contempt. "Can't you see? I'm checking my nails. Would your world end if you waited for a few minutes?"

Varian was speechless at her audacity and turned to the sky for support.

Miss Calamity who was recording the battle while being seated on a flying carpet she got from who knows where, responded to his call.

She magnified a hologram that's showing…time?

Varian quickly grasped her intentions and turned to the Pietas lady. "You're not only thirty minutes late to the appointment, you're also delaying the duel after being this late!"

"Heh." Yuor snorted in response, an arrogant smirk adorning her face.

Like all Pietas, there was a complex mark on her forehead—a mishmash of various letters of an ancient language long forgotten.