Architectural decorations that resembled killing weapons reflected a chilling light in the night, and considering the consistent outrageous acts of Andrei Academy, Lyle was not very assured about flying over the Andrei district.
Anxiety and unease arose in his heart, causing the slightly eased heartbeat to accelerate once again.
Then, that icy hand coiled around Lyle's neck like stretching seaweed. Beatrice bent her head and caressed Lyle's skin, or rather, the pulsating vessels beneath his flesh.
"Nervous?" The mocking tease echoed within Lyle's mind, and Beatrice did not miss the opportunity to ridicule him.
"Yes." Lyle candidly admitted. As a member of Andrey, he naturally understood the dangers of Liches and that they were in a league of their own compared to other races; Liches didn't consider safety hazards in their principles. That meant a Lich's jest could often be lethal. "The upcoming course might be very tough. Andrei Liches are quite troublesome."
