The room instantly fell into a suffocating silence. Every single person unconsciously held their breath, waiting with anxious anticipation for what was about to unfold. In their minds, the most logical expectation was the sudden sound of a sharp slap, or perhaps a viciously humiliating insult spilling from the lips of Yura Atenri—the girl who was already infamous for being cold-blooded and merciless.
Both of her hands moved leisurely, lifting up to the sides of Al's head. The motion looked deceptively relaxed, but her fingers were slightly curved, resembling the claws of a predatory tiger ready to pounce at its prey.
