"You fought? With the prince?" Nora's voice once again took on a dangerous tone. She stared daggers at the ghost who claimed to be her liege's guardian angel.
But no matter how she looked at it, the spirit seemed the most suspicious.
Not only was he an entity of unknown origins but he was also devilishly handsome. As the minutes passed, Mikael's charred body began to heal along with his replenishing HP. The midnight coloration of his skin slowly washed away like ink going down the drain, leaving ivory-like smoothness that made him look like an exquisite sculpture. His face that strangely resembled her liege made Nora's heart pound—the spirit in front of her looked like the super upgraded version of the third prince. Yet instead of falling into Mikael's beauty trap, Nora became even more guarded.
She knew that beneath a beautiful rose hides sharp thorns.
Just like the façade of nobility.
