"I… what?"
At that moment, Aectaeon regretted not wanting to get bored.
The gaze he had on the moving member of the audience, it was pathetic. It was like he was pleading to some unknown deity that he was only hallucinating.
He blinked a few times, looking as if he was appealing to a child.
Beautiful eyes. Beautiful eyes.
When blinking didn't eliminate the hallucination he was seeing, Aectaeon tried closing his eyes firmly. It was to an extent when even the lights pointing at him couldn't penetrate his eyelids.
Following five grueling seconds, Aectaeon slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as his eyes were opened, the man felt his heart stop beating.
It was because that individual from the audience was now right in front of him.
