"But how did you get in here just now? I didn't hear a sound. I didn't feel anything at all," Jircniv asked.
"It's a special method. Sort of like teleportation magic, I guess?" Shiao Yi explained with a light shrug.
"You didn't even use a magic circle. That's amazing."
"Well, I think you've figured out by now that I can get you out of here whenever I want," Shiao Yi said. "But that's for tomorrow. Tonight, I came to talk about your role—what's going to be expected of you—and to make sure you're ready for it."
His expression turned serious.
Jircniv picked up the chair he had knocked over and gestured for Shiao Yi to sit.
He then dragged another wooden chair over from the small table to sit beside him by the fire.
The glow of the flames lit up Shiao Yi's smooth white cheeks, casting them in a soft, warm light.
In his twenty years of life, Jircniv had never seen anything so beautiful or so charming.
