Rachel, dressed in her mage's robe, gazed at Owen with soft, tender eyes.
Her fair cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and her eyes, once cold, now shimmered with a look of adoration and submission, as if she were looking at her master, awaiting his commands and comfort.
Seeing Rachel's reaction, Owen couldn't help but show a trace of surprise on his face. He hadn't expected the Slave Chain to be so powerful.
It had only been on Rachel's neck for a short time, yet it seemed her spirit had already been influenced, as if she would do anything at his slightest command.
This reaction from Rachel, who had always been an untouchable figure, left the already shocked prodigies from Middle Earth and Henry's group even more astounded.
In their eyes, Rachel was the untouchable first chair of Melodic Academy, the goddess they revered, cold and indifferent to everyone.
Now, she had become like a lovesick woman in front of Owen, a mere native.
