After hearing that, Noan felt as if he were about to sit on the guillotine.
Catherine's face was unbelievably beautiful, but at this moment, he could not appreciate that beauty at all. He only felt fear and an extreme, biting cold.
"That..." Noan trembled like a small rabbit facing a bloodthirsty wolf and stammered, "Your Majesty, you're too close... can you... move a little farther away, okay?"
"Too close?" Catherine ground her teeth, her smile growing colder and colder. "Then what about when you were 'too close' with Carlotta?"
Noan shuddered, thinking to himself, 'It's over! It's really over! She actually found out!'
He stammered, "That... Your Majesty, if I say Carlotta was the one who initiated it, would you believe me?"
Catherine frowned, her hand applying a bit of force. Even though Noan was far stronger than before, facing Catherine, he still felt utterly useless before her power.
"Do you think I'd believe you?" Catherine said through clenched teeth.
