Prince Avvion was still in his usual relaxed posture, his hand propping up his chin while he stared at Ophilia.
It wasn't a look of affection, but the gaze of a predator watching a victim already trapped in his snare.
Ophilia met his eyes with a carefully controlled expression, even though she could feel the overwhelming pressure in the air around them.
Suddenly, Avvion's eyes shifted.
He stopped looking at Ophilia and slowly turned his gaze toward the window on the upper floor the office of Duke Herold.
A thin, sinister smile, full of hidden meaning, touched his lips.
Olivia, who was still standing there, felt a drastic change in the atmosphere. The tension from Avvion's ego suddenly turned cold. It felt as if something was being communicated between Avvion and someone in that dark room upstairs.
He's playing with the Duke
Olivia thought to herself. She remembered the entity's warning from the night before.
"You know, Ophilia," Avvion spoke again.
