Staring at the old woman, I was nervous.
Extremely nervous.
Even though I was currently the one who held the advantage as the pointed tip of my hand was placed right at her neck, the looming figure that stood before me made my heart grow extremely heavy.
But despite this, I remained steady.
These next few moments were key for me to leave and learn more information about the entire situation.
I pressed the tip closer to her throat.
However, despite the fact that I was pressing the sharp tip closer to her throat, the old lady didn't look scared at all.
In fact…
She didn't look like she felt much at all.
Her hollow eyes remained fixed on me as her lips parted.
"…Mirelle. How do you have her?"
She asked the same question, her eyes growing even more hollow as she did.
"Answer me."
The Twisted Man behind her twitched, and for a brief moment, I almost faltered. But I kept my cool and kept my hand raised to her throat.
