"Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Whew... So tired!"
Vera said in a steady breath, showing an appearance of being very tired as she walked out of the mine following Yila. She complained, "Seriously, why make a weak woman like me... a Witch Demon, carry clay and stones?"
"Ugh... Ugh... So tired. If my back breaks, I'll make sure to break your back later, too."
Saying this, Vera held her waist with a look of *"Oh no, my old back is falling apart."* Well... by human standards, Vera was indeed already very old.
But such words should never be spoken in front of her.
"..."
However, in response to Vera's words, Yila said nothing, only looked at her disdainfully and then at the arcane servants behind her, motioning for Vera to command the arcane servants carrying the materials. He said, "Put it down."
"Oh~"
Vera easily straightened up and obediently imitated Yila's gesture, waving her hand. Immediately, the arcane servants put down the materials they were carrying.
