I stood up violently, my trembling palms making the silverware clatter as I walked away from the table. I pulled the shawl around my shoulders, and turned again.

Man, I never could learn to shut up, could I?

“You can disown me, for all I care – but you’re not dragging me to your ‘London estate’, which is probably built on blood money or something worse,” I hissed.
I’ll have to ask Kazuma to invest in one of those muzzles that they advertise in the magazines. Maybe it’ll work.
I looked back into my father’s face, and my heart wrenched. His expression had not even changed. It was the exact same.
What did I have to do, fly at him with a spear to get a reaction?!

My head was spinning so fast that I didn’t notice Kazuma walking up to me and placing a hand into the crook of my elbow. He leaned closer to me and whispered again.
“Don’t say another word.”
“You have permission to gag me,” I answered, and Kazuma turned back to my father.

Sherri looked, to say the least, like a disgruntled Gorgon.

Not pleasant.