"Alice...you stupid god damn brat...." Demond glared at her whimsical daughter, who smirked at her like a student who had her answer before the professor's question. "What in the hell is all this shit?"
"Proud of it, am I right?" The ice witch's daughter raised her arm to brag, lifting the groaning Yasen off the ground. "This is a masterpiece even by my standard! Every pollen of frost, I make sure to manifest in my chant! Efficiency guaranteed."
"Your standard is ass, you brat." The ice witch, who admittedly has quite a standard when it came to magic, merely scoffed at the child's rashness. "And how are you going to pay for the collateral damage, huh?"
"Hm.....hm...." Alice glanced away, a glint of helplessness flashed through as her arm slouched down Yasen who plopped. "Hm. Yeah, Elsara can pay for it."
"Oh, then I guess it's no problem...my ass!" The ice witch glared daggers that would cut through the iced world for Alice, who shook at the unexpected fury.
