章節 97: Making a Mess

Jyorta walked along the hallway, gazing at the back of Laila climbing the stairs, his expression unchanged. He retracted his gaze, noticing the hallway silent, showcasing zero traces of human activity. As he wondered the reason for it, he arrived before his room.

Jyorta fished out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened it. Theoretically, as long as he had finished nurturing a psychic arm, he could directly seep it through the keyhole and comprehend the unlocking pattern, opening the door without the use of a key.

The door closed upon his entry, revealing the tidied room, giving him the feeling of warmth, the marks made in it belonging to him. He hung the key in its designated socket and took a couple of steps forward, his expression similar to a rock.