Carl's lips were dry.
The delicate features so close at hand, the clear eyes, seemed to possess a kind of Magic Power that accelerated his heartbeat.
The woman before him had a figure so perfect it was criminal, yet her face was as innocent as a clueless girl. The stark contrast easily stirred a man's protective instinct.
"You must have heard stories about me, haven't you?" Lady Annie said, her gaze on Carl as she slowly lowered her head, her smooth hair veiling her cheeks. "It's shameful, isn't it?"
"No," Carl blurted out. "You needn't concern yourself with what others say, My Lady."
Hmm? Something isn't right! How could such words possibly come from me?
A chill went through Carl's heart. He activated both his Breathing Method and Meditation Method to suppress the restlessness welling up inside him.
"Not care?" Lady Annie gently shook her head. "How could I possibly not care?"
