In the still of the night within the mansion, the light in the living room was uncharacteristically bright, as if rejecting the siege of the rainy night outside the window.
Due to the presence of soundproof Magitools on the cabinet, no one knew how hard it was raining outside or whether there was thunderous rumbling.
In this ordinarily relaxed living room, the atmosphere between the two women and one man was like a tightly stretched string, poised to snap at any moment.
The gazes of Hyperion and Sigrid met with determination and a full intent to battle, like two razor sharp swords, intersecting over Lanci's figure.
No one was willing to back down an inch, the room was filled with the eerie calm before the storm.
"Meow! You two..."
The cat boss, who had originally wanted to mediate, was stared down by Sigrid and Hyperion's glare as soon as he started to speak.
It retracted its head again, trembling in fear and scrambled back under the sofa.