Lancel wanted to run away.
Even after everything that had happened, just meeting Angelica's eyes was enough to fill him with fear, triggering something inside him like a form of PTSD of some sort.
"Lancel."
Lancel swallowed hard, grabbed what he needed from the shelf, and quickly turned around.
He tried to ignore her completely, pretending she didn't exist.
"I see you've adjusted."
"...."
Lancel paused.
That same chilling voice that used to order him around like a dog echoed in his ears, dragging up memories he had tried to forget.
Being chained in her basement, taken out for walks on a leash, humiliated in front of several apprentice witches, all while she watched with that cold, indifferent gaze, as if treating him like an animal was perfectly normal behavior.
Angelica took something from the shelf, examined it for a moment, and continued speaking.
"How does it feel living as a sinner while pretending to be innocent?"
