The first thing Ronan noticed about Grace was the way she was fidgeting.
That was odd. Grace was not the nervous type, from what he had both seen and heard. Then again, he did not know her all that well. He knew the original Grace, who perhaps would have acted like this, but the person in front of him was not Grace Light.
Ronan had a feeling she was like himself.
A transmigrator.
That being said, he was glad she finally approached him. If things continued, he would have approached her and just asked at this rate.
Ronan moved his eyes toward her own, smiling at her while keeping eye contact.
Grace instantly looked away from his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.
"I am. I'm just feeling a little unwell."
Grace turned as if to leave, then suddenly slapped herself.
"I said I would do this! I can't back down now!" She slapped her cheeks as she said this.
Ronan stared at her with a deadpan expression.
Yeah, this was not Grace Light.
