Medusa possessed terrifying strength, as she was, after all, the undisputed overlord of Nashen Mountain. Yet, in her early years, she had drifted from place to place before eventually encountering the Tage people, most of whom were refugees.
Having grown up learning the importance of kindness and basic survival, Medusa had never been a ruler. Consequently, beneath her cold and arrogant exterior, she lacked the unwavering pride that placed royal dignity above life itself—the kind of pride that defined Wusha.
To Medusa, Wusha was simply a little girl in need of protection, and stooping to plead with her to drink milk tea was nothing more than an attempt to coax a child.
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