Meanwhile, far from the comfort of the villa and far from the restless young master who could not even find peace in his own bed, Cerys remained hidden within the darkness, her presence completely erased as if she had never existed in the first place.
She did not move.
She did not breathe loudly.
Even her heartbeat was restrained, controlled with precision that came not from training alone, but from instinct born through hardship.
Young master said it clearly…
Her eyes, cold and focused, followed the young man from afar as she remained merged with the shadows.
Once I'm back to the side of the Villainess, I must avoid fated individuals like myself because Fated individuals possess trump cards. Never rush. Never assume victory is yours.
He eyes the young man.
Although she had already killed this man multiple times, although she knew his weaknesses, although she knew how easily his life could be taken, she still chose to stop.
She chose to wait.
She chose to watch.
