The Beast King's oppressive aura is undeniable, and the spiritual essence of hunting all things in pursuit of the ultimate strength can instill a deep sense of threat and even fear in any living being.
However, in this spacious office, not a single person looked up at Seraphina; everyone continued with their work.
Marlina, held by Seraphina, was stunned for a few seconds before she began to struggle frantically: "Seri... let go of me, let go! You can't cause a scene here... let go of me!"
Ravenna, perched on Ansel's shoulder, observed the scene and murmured:
"I felt something was off when we came in. The time flow difference between inside and outside is exaggerated, isn't it?"
"At least... tenfold."
The scholar cast a suspicious glance at Ansel. "Are you sure placing the ordinary person Miss Marlina here isn't tantamount to murder?"