Antanas eagerly leaned forward, resting his hands on the back of the seat in front of him, and whispered into the ear of the Ice Witch.
"..."
The Ice Witch choked up, her eyes starting to glaze over.
It seemed Antanas's words had ignited some terrifying speculations in her mind again.
What should she do if the enemy had the face of someone she once knew?
"Did I say something wrong?"
Antanas touched his head, not understanding why his attempt to comfort the Ice Witch had sent shivers down her spine, when it should not have induced fear at all.
"Keep quiet for a bit, Antanas..."
Pranay looked back at Antanas, reminding him.
The more obsessive a creature is, the more extreme they'll become once their obsession shatters. Not everyone can be like Talia, who could let go so easily, abandoning the dream of restoring her kingdom that she had persistently cherished for over a hundred years because of her life in Ichrite, deciding to give up on her country without a second thought.
