The color of her lips was as black as ink, and she had an extremely eerie eyeshadow... She looked young, probably not even ten years old.
But there was a kind of pallor to her skin, like someone suffering from a chronic illness.
Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she just wanted to display her face.
"..."
Leonard Churchill looked closely, something felt familiar, but he still couldn't remember.
The mysterious woman said bluntly, "I am taking the person. Leave now, and you might still live."
Her voice did not sound human, more like the buzzing of insects.
Leonard listened to her words, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He realized that this person might actually know him.
That's probably why she didn't attack him at first sight.
But because he guessed her origins, his blood boiled, and he retorted, "Oh... are you so sure you can kill me?"
Leonard was never afraid of death, especially not with his current strength; killing him wouldn't be easy.
