"Ha." Inothea sneered, "Do you think I am surrounded by shadows?"
Hearing this, the girl asked in confusion: "Aren't you?"
Step by step, she approached until she was within arm's reach of Inothea, close enough for Inothea to strangle her, and whispered:
"Mr. Faust is watching you, Miss Inothea."
"Because I am watching you."
As she met those deep crimson eyes, Inothea felt, for a fleeting moment… as if her consciousness was being drawn into a vortex. The next second, she broke free from this strange sensation, her uncontrollable anger surging to its peak.
—For the damned woman before her knew no spells, nor could she ever. She had simply been… frightened just now.
On what grounds... can she so brazenly use Faust's name to intimidate me!