Chapter 233:
"Lord?" Noan was a bit surprised upon hearing Monica's words. "You're a level 4 Lord?"
Monica clenched her teeth and said nothing.
Noan frowned and lowered the sword a little more.
"Um!" Monica felt the blade lightly graze the back of her neck.
It was a gentle touch, but the sharp edge left a small cut on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Wait! I… this…" Monica stammered.
"Hm?! I already told you—my patience has limits," Noan said.
"I… can you let me inside first? I… I'm about to freeze," Monica trembled.
Noan looked around. Indeed, the cold was biting. Monica had only been outside for a short while, yet her hair and eyelashes were already frosting over, her body shaking uncontrollably.
He waved his hand, and the sword became a chain, binding Monica tightly.
Monica was taken aback. She still had no idea what weapon Noan wielded—how could it transform in such a way?
