This mad woman had never intended to let him go from the start; she was trying it out herself.
"What do you mean, seeing me out, at least you should open the door, right?"
Liszt didn't really care, seeing as he no longer cared about his face or his life, having been isolated for millennia by divine paths. He made no more fuss and prepared to jump straight out of the window.
The faint fire flickered in the fireplace, rendering the already dim space even colder.
It seemed Dreya was already getting angry, and if it were not for the Curse Artifact inside Liszt, she would just need to cast a spell to make him her permanent servant.
