"That... doesn’t seem like something you need to concern yourself with, Rianel," Penelope replied, her expression hardening.

Rianel had anticipated her reaction but mentioned the Tower Master nonetheless. And yet, uncharacteristically, he found himself stung by her response.

With a polite bow, Rianel said, "I have overstepped. I will not be able to escort you out. I hope you understand."

"That’s fine. I can find my way to the exit," Penelope answered briskly before striding purposefully toward the main gate.

Rianel stood silently, watching her retreating figure. His gaze fell to his own hands, and a sudden surge of possessiveness roiled within him like an impulsive tide.

‘Forcing her to stay by my side wouldn’t be difficult. Binding her limbs and breaking her legs…’

His eyes darkened ominously, black as a moonless night. At that moment, he found himself face-to-face with a massive, unblinking eye.

It resembled a fragment of the moon that had mistakenly fallen to earth.

The cold, predatory gaze shimmered unnaturally with a golden hue—the mark of magic.

The eye regarded Rianel and spoke, its voice resonating in his mind.@@novelbin@@

—Do you really need a warning?

Rianel curled his lips into a faint smile.

"How childish. Were you truly spying on me?"

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