Looking at the girl with dusty purple hair clinging attentively to his side, Annan also felt somewhat helpless.
Selicia was like an abandoned puppy who had found a new master... behaving exceptionally well, as if she feared being abandoned once again. Even at the cost of demeaning her own dignity, she desperately tried to show Annan her loyalty and usefulness.
This also revealed the extent of the damage that Vladimir's attempt to kill her to silence her had caused Selicia.
——It was probably enough to create psychological scars.
"You don't need to do this, Selicia."
Annan said calmly, "I've told you, I will make good use of you."
He had changed back into that outfit, his left shoulder shining faintly, looking as if it signaled "charging" like a mobile phone.
They sat back down in the living room where they had first met, each in their original seats.
Only two hours had passed.
But their statuses and positions had undergone a massive shift.
