I slowly walked towards her, my front facing her sitting back. My light steps clacking sounds on the stone floor, announcing me.
Marika didn't even flicker as if she already knew or it didn't matter.
I walk up, pull the chair and sit before Marika. She looked at me with a calm gaze.
No anger, no displeasure, no tension.
Just calmly looking at me as if saying, 'So you're here.'
The quiet atmosphere didn't make the thought of a trap vanish, instead it kind of solidified it.
"What are you thinking?" As if knowing my inner turmoil, Marika asks.
"Just thinking if you'd pull out some long magical sword and cut off my neck in an instant."
"…That's some thorough idea."
I shrug, "When you have days to sit back and think about what's going to happen when we're-" I pause, "supposed to meet, you think of various things."
Then another moment of silence came and I ask.
"So this place lost its secrecy, huh?" I say while lightly tapping on the dining table.
