"Who's there?"
As soon as Maisa spoke, a group of 4 people came out from behind the trees.
Amon's eyes grew colder.
The only girl in the group took a step back unconsciously. She sees Amon's face and, even with his cold eyes, she can't help thinking about how handsome he is. His eyes were full of indifference and coldness, but they didn't cause hatred in her. On the contrary, they were filled with a breath-taking malevolent charm as if people got addicted to him when they looked into his eyes.
'Was there anyone like that? Why do I feel my life is in danger if I move abruptly?' Thought Eliton, the leader of the group, as he looked at Amon and felt frightened.
"We're just passing through, sorry." Said the one with the most effeminate appearance that, if not for his Adam's apple, would have been mistaken for a pretty girl with blond hair, but it was actually a pretty boy with very smooth skin that many girls envy.
