Elion could only remain quiet for so long.
It was only natural that he would eventually open his mouth and annoy the beautiful woman standing beside him.
"So," he began casually, "what were you doing before you were pulled into this trial?"
He had deliberately chosen what seemed like a harmless question, hoping it would not immediately earn him another glare.
Unfortunately, it seemed he had miscalculated.
A sharp wave of killing intent suddenly exploded from Zenovia's body. The air around them turned heavy.
Several of the weaker servants walking through the nearby halls froze in place before dropping to their knees in fear, their faces paling as the suffocating pressure washed over them.
Elion's expression changed into a confused frown. 'Did I say something wrong?'
He looked toward Zenovia and noticed the cold, distant look in her eyes. She was no longer staring at the garden. Her thoughts had clearly drifted somewhere else entirely, perhaps back to something unpleasant.
