The somber gaze settled on the lush green leaves, their vibrant color shimmering in his pupils.
"What is this, a gift from nature?"
The Prince hardly regarded the leaf as significant, casually tossing it to the ground, his eagle-like eyes still fixed on the figure that was rapidly approaching.
Various chaotic thoughts and images flashed through his mind.
Antasia, Qin Chu!
Antasia should have arrived at the Conrad Demon Nest yesterday. It seemed the assassination had failed.
But they've only returned today, clearly having spent the night there. Antasia's skirt was torn, and she was wearing Qin Chu's coat…
The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, growing more irritable by the moment. An unsettling image involuntarily surfaced in his mind, bright moonlight illuminating two bare bodies entwined, following their most primal urges with cries of sheer exhaustion...
Holy Light Goddess above, that image was truly appalling.
His face had contorted completely.