"Miss Vanessa?"
Roland, who had tightened his grip on his longsword as the Purple-haired Witch steadily approached, watched as the woman suddenly fell silent, her expression distant. His brows furrowed, and he called out softly.
"Ah... Mr. Roland..."
His question seemed to pull Vanessa from a dream.
Her outstretched fingers suddenly changed direction, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear in an attempt to hide her earlier lapse.
"You were saying... what is it you need from me?"
Her voice was much softer, making her seem like a completely different person from the playful woman moments before.
"Hmm?"
Seeing the woman before him lower her gaze, her entire demeanor changed, Roland grunted softly and shot a questioning look at Mason, who was equally baffled.
After a moment of deliberation, he took half a step back. Only when he was certain his longsword could slice across her neck unimpeded did he cautiously reiterate his request.
