The cold arrow streaked across the Silver Fox's cheek. Even though he cast the Soul Transfer Spell at the first moment, the ice element's trail still left a wound on his face.
Blood flowed from the wound, immediately throwing Anna into a panic. She blurted out, "Are you okay?"
The Silver Fox ignored Anna's concern.
More unsettling than the sting on his cheek was Anna's resolute gaze and her decisive action of tearing the magic scroll. Both indicated a single message—she wanted to rebel.
Just like those Neseriel Holy Hall Knights who spoke endlessly about defiance and virtue.
But Aisoke preferred compliant women.
"Miss, you've really been led astray by that young lad, haven't you?"
The Silver Fox wiped the wound on his cheek with his index finger knuckle and glanced at the layer of frost forming over the blood. Anna's action made him change his mind.
He knew how to deal with people who intended to rebel; in the Imperial Military Industry, it was almost routine work.
