I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Miguel’s lips parted as if he’d lost his words.

Then he sprang up from the driver’s seat and shouted, "Spit right now! Elder!"

"Whoa! What the hell? Why are you yelling? And what do you mean, spit?" Thesaya flinched, her shoulders twitching, as she shot back.

Miguel, eyes blazing, snapped, "Don’t ask—just do it! Hurry!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down, Prosthetic. I’ll do it. What a weird request," muttering in confusion, Thesaya leaned forward and spat directly onto Miguel’s face.

The spit trailed down the bridge of his nose. Miguel blinked blankly.

"What are you doing?"

"You told me to spit."

"Not on me— I meant… ha… no, never mind."