Evelyn had never seen a man as despicable as Levin; she was a Saintess who mingled with the social elite, all elegant and gentlemanly....
Levin's childish behavior mixed with a hint of provocation annoyed her immensely, especially since she was drenched in a foul-smelling, sticky green fluid, with countless little spiders eyeing her murderously, ready to pounce at any moment....
If it had been an ordinary girl, she probably would have been scared to tears by now.
But Evelyn was not just any girl; she was the Saintess.
Her black hair, like willow branches, danced in the air, and a golden glow sparked in Evelyn's eyes. It wasn't as intense as Edward's, but it still radiated an overwhelming and violent power.
