"Yes, you are married," the blue haired guy said, so Lydia looked at him.
His sleepy eyes, remained uninterested and bored, but his gaze was piercing and nerve wracking, making her feel like she was standing on a white room, surrounded by hundreds of prying eyes.
"You got caught up in the chaos created by a high-ranking monster," he added as he hid the quill pen in his pocket.
"Now that I've answered your questions, please allow me to check if you had really forgotten who you are," he said as he stepped closer.
The nearer he got, the heavier Lydia's body became.
When he was already standing in front of her, she felt like she would suffocate because of how hard it was to breathe.
At that moment, she had the urge to slap him, make him kneel on the floor, and step on his pretty face.
Then the words 'I am not someone you can question or threaten, you pathetic thing,' came to her mind.
