On the street.
Several small gremlins with green skin, short stature, and appearance similar to goblins were lying scattered on the ground, groaning in pain.
The Bawansi stood in a pit with radial cracks and patted off the dust that had fallen on her body, disdainfully looking at the defeated ones around her:
"Do you really think you can trouble me?"
"You were the one who broke our belongings first!"
A few green-skinned gremlins hiding behind a broken cart, having escaped the recent calamity, poked their heads out, waving stone axes, wooden sticks, and vine shields, and shouted angrily.
"How dare you talk back? It seems you haven't been beaten enough!"
Bawansi glared with her eyes, angrily pulling out a blood-red whip from her waist, as if intending to turn these gremlins into tops.
But such a rampant act confirmed that she was the unreasonable party, causing the surrounding gremlins who came to watch to start discussing fervently.
