Maisy trembled, but when her eyes fell on Noan, she suddenly saw something that shocked her.
"Violette?"
"Hehehe…" Violette smirked mischievously: "Recognize me, Maisy? I should thank you for what you did for me, otherwise, how could I have met my master?"
As she finished speaking, Violette stuck out her small, wet tongue and lightly licked Noan's neck.
Noan: "…"
Oy! Talking is enough, why do you have to lick me?
Seeing Noan and Violette so intimate, Maisy grew so terrified that her eyes began to tremble.
"You two… this is…" Maisy stammered, unease swelling inside her.
"Didn't you hear what my master said?" Violette pouted: "He said… you have five minutes to speak. Once five minutes pass, if he's not pleased, you'll die."
Maisy frowned at Noan, and a wild thought suddenly emerged in her mind.
"Buffio!" she shouted.
But… nothing happened.
"Buffio!" Maisy shouted again, yet the space around remained silent—so silent she could hear her own breathing.
