...What is this situation?
Annan was suddenly startled.
He immediately stopped his action, and his slender and agile right hand fluttered up and down like a magician's. A silver coin silently flipped out from his sleeve, nestled between Annan's fingers, ready to be unleashed—
Seeing Annan attempt to attack, the "Evelyn" in the lake showed no reaction whatsoever.
She just chuckled lightly, as if she was intently listening to something.
It should have been a very gentle smile.
But when it appeared on her face marred with terrifying scars, it seemed somewhat frightening.
...What on earth is this situation?
Just as Annan was feeling puzzled, he saw the reflection of "Evelyn" in the lake slightly tilt her head, as if she was speaking to someone.
Even though Annan couldn't hear what she was saying... the sight made things clear to him—
Annan, with an experimental attitude, bent down and touched the surface of the lake with his unharmed right hand.
