Lady Senra entered her guest room and immediately flinched, her breath catching as the dense pressure of Kyle's mana hung in the air like a storm cloud.
He didn't even look at her—just sat there, composed, arms crossed, eyes shut as if awaiting nothing more than time to pass. It made her nerves fray even further.
'Don't be intimidated. This is your home.'
She repeated in her mind.
But no matter how many times she told herself that, it was hard to believe when Kyle Armstrong—the Kyle Armstrong—was in her house, and everything about him radiated danger and judgment.
Gathering her courage, she smoothed her dress and walked further inside.
"Young Lord Armstrong. Might I ask why you've come to my estate unannounced?"
She said, her voice holding an edge of forced calm.
Kyle finally opened his eyes and tilted his head, an amused glint dancing in his gaze.
"Lady Senra. why don't you try thinking for yourself? What do you suppose you might have done to deserve a visit from me?"
