Forbidden Grounds

"If you raise even the slightest suspicion, the bomb will blow up, got it?" Isadora pressed her fingers against her forehead and rested against the carriage window as she warned.

"Yes."

"Hm?"

"Yes, princess."

Seated in the carriage far behind, Varian spoke through their soul link. But he couldn't stop smiling.

[All ranks: 8 (unsealed)

Very Important Note: Why does a man have no shame when he gets this much help from his woman?]

Ignoring Logos' whining, he traced the obsidian sword tattoo on his wrist.

It's the 'bomb' Isadora personally installed or so she said.

Just to test her, he tried to esacpe in the previous round. Turned out, it's not a bomb but a location tracker.

"Your life is in my hands, so you better behave." Her cold and strict voice rang in his mind but Varian found it cute.

'Will she be embarassed once she regains her memories?'