Bab 139: An Intriguing Twist Of Events

Rosalie raised an elegant eyebrow, her face draped in a shroud of unmistakable perplexity as she inquired,

"Why... What would lead you to believe I have any concern for this matter? Surely, you are aware that even contemplating support for the Demonic Cult is prohibited within the borders of Rische!"

Rostan could not suppress a broad smile that tugged at his lips. His emerald eyes drifted downward in contemplation of her response before he leaned in, his voice hushed and intimate,

"Indeed, Lady Rosalie. I am fully cognizant of that fact. But do you, my dear lady, realize the same?"

Suddenly, a rush of cold shivers coursed down Rosalie's spine, causing her skin to prickle with unpleasant goosebumps. Her heartbeat resonated loudly in her ears, and an unexplainable feeling of fear and anxiety draped her like a damp, icy blanket.

'What could this mean? Is he insinuating something? Does he harbor suspicions? But how could he possibly know? How?'