In silence, they stared at each other, as if they had already foreseen where their conversation would lead next.
"You... how could you..." Zeyn uttered, accompanied by hesitant stammering.
Meanwhile, Azalea moved closer until the space between them was paper-thin. There was no expression on her face other than a suspicious friendliness. "Surprised, aren't you? Your actions were so conspicuous that everyone could see them," she said.
"..."
"Upon reflection, you're quite daring, not considering your identity. If this weren't the modern era, many would be searching for you, trying to guess who you are."
Zeyn remained silent, allowing the girl to slowly circle around him with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Whether waiting for a time bomb to explode or dealing with a complex situation, society will wonder if what they witnessed was just imagination. But, due to mourning, everything they saw seems meaningless. Except for me, who genuinely believes in magic."
