The Little Girl from Ancient Times (14)

"Huh???"

The little girl opened her mouth in confusion, then folded her arms across her chest. "You Marines are funny, asking someone their gender."

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Enough nonsense! Answer what you're asked!"

Onigumo's face twitched as he barked angrily.

This little girl...

Her nerve was way too big, wasn't it?!

Even they did not dare breathe too loudly around Ron. The aura forged from his long-standing position of power and his outrageous achievements was enough to make people tremble with fear, radiating overwhelming authority.

Was she ignorant or simply thick-skinned to crack jokes in front of him?

"Behave yourself!"

"Yes, yes, I understand."

Compared to Ron, the little girl seemed more afraid of Onigumo beside her, who was liable to draw his sword at any moment.

"Hmph!"

Only after Onigumo snorted and looked away did Olga wipe away the nonexistent cold sweat from her forehead and let out a long sigh.

Then she turned to Ron and answered.

"My name is Misthuna Olga, and I'm a girl!"

"This year... I'm probably over two hundred years old!"

"Hiss! You little—"

Clang!

Onigumo's face darkened as he fully drew his longsword. Repeatedly spouting such nonsense was unforgivable, even for a little girl.

Hawk Faction Officers were called the Hawk Faction precisely because they judged matters, not people. As long as someone crossed the line, regardless of gender, age, or status, they were treated equally.

"Whoa, be careful, grumpy-faced uncle! Someone could die!"

The little girl named Olga panicked and leaned forward, seemingly trying to get away from Onigumo.

However, when she backed up to the edge of the desk and had nowhere left to retreat, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes. She nimbly flipped onto the desktop, pulled out a small knife from behind her back, and lunged at Ron.