The young man noticed the change beneath his feet but was immediately distracted by Lindong. Sensing his distraction, Lindong raised her hand and steadied his chin, directing his gaze straight at her.
"Do you feel it's getting hotter here?"
This time, Nightmare heard their conversation clearly, and the overly sweet voice gave her goosebumps. She found it hard to believe that this was the voice of her student. For a moment, she wanted to turn away, unwilling to face the stark reality.
Whether the young man used spells or magic potions, the effect was far beyond Nightmare's comprehension.
There's no spell in this world that can turn a Saint into such a state!
"It's fine; the banquet hasn't started yet. You should drink less."
Followed by the young man's voice.
Hmph, sanctimonious!
He says that, but in reality, he eagerly wants Lindong to drink all that potion-infused wine, doesn't he?
