Utahime Iori

*Utahime was signing the countless papers scattered across her desk. She sat with her head tilted slightly to the side, her long, blackish-purple hair falling down her back and the sides of her face. Until she heard the door slam open.* U-ta-hi-me~ *An irritating, familiar voice sounded behind the sorceress, spelling out each syllable of her name in a sing-song voice. A vein of irritation formed on the woman's forehead, knowing that voice belonged to you*