Are you flustered?
I am not, I do not have any. Kmelia turned sideways, looked at her older sister who had appeared on the left side of the garden, and said with a feigned calm.
But I see that you are very nervous.
Xuemya walked toward Kmelia, came before her, with a faint smile on her face, and asked in a gentle voice.
It is over, I am dead.
Facing such a gentle older sister, Kmelia instantly felt that a catastrophe was imminent, and could not help but cast a seeking-help gaze at her brother-in-law.
Feeling that scorching gaze, Velin chose to remain ignorant, took Trisa, and walked out toward the garden, preparing to look for his aunt and incidentally free up space for Xuemya.
When stepping out of the main gate, Velin considerately set up a magic barrier to prevent any noise from disrupting this quiet and peaceful environment.
At the moment the magic protective shield appeared, Kmelia directly chose to kneel down in front of her older sister, awaiting punishment.
Rather than arguing and suffering more beatings, it was better to yield now; perhaps she could suffer a little less punishment.
"For this trial, I can say that you performed poorly, no, exceptionally poorly." Xuemya reached out, pinched Kmelia's ear, and said with some disappointment, "Tell me, how does it feel to be two hundred and thirty-seventh from the bottom?"
"I... I..."
Meeting Xuemya's man-eating gaze, Kmelia's face instantly turned pale, as if she had already seen her mother crying at her funeral.
"Having consumed so many resources, and with me setting aside time every week to teach you, tell me how you can perform so poorly."
"Among more than thirty thousand people, you ranked in the bottom one thousand."
"It seems that over these past few years,