"..."
Meeting Mina's gaze, Entini couldn't help but feel something strange.
She was clearly just a Level 6 novice, her spiritual power mostly sealed by him, and her eyes showed no killing intent or will to fight. But why? Why do I feel this inexplicable chill?
As if possessed, Entini felt like a giant spectral hand was gripping him tightly, making it hard to breathe.
Instinctive fear? Because of this girl?
Nonsense! What am I thinking?!
After shaking his head furiously, Entini looked again and met Mina's eyes. This time, the oppressive feeling he'd mysteriously sensed earlier had completely vanished.
Yes, it was just my illusion after all.
Realizing this, Entini let out a long sigh of relief. Then his gaze toward Mina became solemn and serious.
"What did you just say? You're willing to cooperate with us? Willing to bear the Young Master's child?"
"Yes."
