The unusual hint of weakness in the girl's words made Brando's heart soften. He had originally intended to ask her how she got here—what about the two Angels? Naturally, he couldn't bring it up.
Roman lowered her head, her feet together, and absentmindedly knocked her round-toed shoes together: "Roman sneaked in here. Brando, are you going to scold me next..."
Despite saying this, the mischievous young lady still peeked up at Brando's expression, looking utterly terrified.
Seeing her like this, Brando found himself unable to scold her. Besides, Roman had done this for his sake. He definitely needed to teach her a lesson so that she wouldn't run around recklessly in the future, but not now.
The young man shook his head with a wry smile, his complaints dissipating like the wind.
But a new problem arose simultaneously. Logically, anyone entering this place had to pass a challenge. With Roman's abilities, there was no way she could overcome it. So who would save her?
