The espers were in a cheerful mood, for reasons Alicarde couldn't quite grasp.
'Were they truly so terrified of me that they didn't even dare to fight?' Alicarde mused with dark satisfaction.
The violet glow of his eyes had faded, leaving his hooded face shrouded in a lightless abyss.
Carrisa allowed them a moment to celebrate, but after a few minutes, the leader, Caden, approached the laptop.
"If I may inquire, who exactly are you?" Caden asked cautiously.
"I am merely a well-wisher," Carrisa's voice echoed through the device, refined and composed. "However, if a title is necessary, you may refer to me as 'the Princess.'"
'Some well-wisher, wasn't she planning to kill them?' Alicarde mused.
Caden exchanged glances with the others before turning back to the laptop.
