The poor dean
"Ehu... What?! Did I hear right?! How did you just talk to me? Do you want me to ban you from my academy?!" He asked with disbelief. She has been a dean for hundreds of years, no one has had the nerve to address her in this way. But this elven woman dared to treat her this way. Her wings contracted with anger.
"Chuut, I tell you to speak less loudly, if you disturb my master, I swear you will regret it!" She whispered to her. "Let's talk elsewhere if you need something." She Continued.
"No, I wouldn't move from here. Anyway, I personally came here to talk to your master. I know that you are his maid and not his tutor. So I have no interest in talking to you, I prefer to speak directly with your master." Despite her anger and annoyance toward Sabrina, she still lowered her voice and tried to calm down to avoid unnecessary future problems.