“…….”
“…….”
An uncanny silence settled over them.
Jeong Gilgaon, who had been watching as though this were someone else’s problem, went rigid. Without making a sound, he shifted only his eyes toward Gyeon Jioh.
He couldn’t read her expression.
Giselle spoke again in an impassive tone.
“Now do you understand why I’m going out of my way to ask you?”
“…….”
“I’ll apologize for the discourtesy committed by our side. I’ve heard you’re rather violent. If you tell me to kneel, I’ll kneel. If you tell me to bow my head, I’ll bow it. And if you’re still truly angry after that, you may hit me. Which would you prefer?”
“Ha, forget it, okay? Why are you getting pointlessly specific about it? Pervert.”
“…….”
At Jioh’s irritated rebuke, one of Giselle’s eyebrows twitched faintly. Her expression turned strangely complicated.
“……[Remarkably perceptive.]”
“[What did you say, Giselle?]”
“[Nothing, Lambert. I was talking to myself.]”
The conversation ended there.
The silence continued.
Jeong Gilgaon, suddenly finding the atmosphere deeply uncomfortable, let out a shallow sigh.
‘Shouldn’t have stubbornly stayed seated.’
Mermaid extinction and mage crimes—just hearing the words was enough to make him want nothing to do with…