Aunt Lym's rigidity was not that of an ordinary person's stupor.
It was more like a kind of muscle paralysis that occurs in an instant.
Faint, melodious music started to play.
A blurry figure appeared in the old woman's field of vision.
The figure approached slowly, resembling a ghost but without the ghostly chill, instead exuding an aura of a superior being, similar to Gerard, but also different from him.
It had a certain softness of yin.
Beyond that, there was something discordant about the figure.
It was very strange, yet it made one unconsciously want to submit.
"Lady Lym, it is our first meeting."
"I have long heard of the great reputation of Lord Hans."
"Gerard has mentioned to me beforehand how great his mother is."
"But your actions today…"
"They are far from great."
The figure said with a smile on his face.
Even though he tried to hide it, the smugness in his words could not be concealed.
As if realizing his own gaffe.
