Bab 72: Suspected

Inside Desmond's house, Grimm's suspicions grew as he turned around to find only Annie trailing behind him. His eyes narrowed, casting a scrutinizing gaze upon her.

"Where are my subordinates?" Grimm questioned, his voice laced with an air of authority. The continuous glimmer in his eyes fixed on the door behind Annie.

Annie feigned a shy demeanor, averting her gaze from Grimm's piercing stare. "Um... I apologize, Master, but it seems your servants are quite exhausted from... well, engaging in certain activities with me," she responded, her cheeks flushing as she tugged at her disheveled clothing.

"Is that so?" Grimm advanced towards her, a hint of a menacing grip forming in his hand, but Desmond swiftly intervened.

"Master Grimm, what are you doing? Let's play!" Desmond's cheerful and childlike demeanor caught Grimm off guard. Had it not been for Leona's position as the witch master, Grimm might have entertained the notion of confining Desmond.