"What did she say?!"
Lanling gripped Haruki's shoulders, his terror and rage palpable, while internally cursing the woman to the nine hells. Why did she have to lower her head? How was he supposed to read her lips to figure out what kind of message she sent—and to whom?
'Why would an Alba devotee specifically seek out Haruki? Is it really because he's Ruki?'
Haruki flinched at the sudden pain from Lanling's grip, but as it faded almost instantly, he could only blink in bewilderment at the outburst.
"A-About that... after she finished the spell, her voice got cut off."
It was strange. He had heard her chanting in a language he didn't recognize and could tell it was a spell. But as soon as she uttered "lord," everything fell silent.
"I'm sorry, Lanling. I only heard her say 'lord.'"
