The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. Takabana stood near the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest as her eyes bore into me. The way she glared made it obvious—she wasn't thrilled about being here, and honestly, neither was I. It was like staring down a mountain lion, except this mountain lion had perfected a high-maintenance scowl. If I were to compare it to my first life, it's like facing an army of women after returning from a war in a royal banquet.If it's at the second life, it's like reviving a noble woman from death that somehow recovered the ability to speak.Her expression was a mix of frustration, determination, and a hint of superiority, as if daring me to dismiss her.
I snorted, giving her a dismissive look before leaning back in my chair.
I let out a soft sigh, doing my best to look as unbothered as possible.
