Ang pointed at Candice, who was lying on the ground. His gaze was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "What's her name?"
Leon almost answered instinctively. "Her name is Candice."
His tone was hurried, clearly afraid that Ang would strike again.
His cheeks still burned with pain, those two slaps like warnings carved into his bones.
"What is your relationship?" Ang pressed.
"We have no relationship." Leon answered instinctively, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he saw Ang's slightly furrowed brow and the way he leaned forward.
He immediately panicked and hurriedly waved his hands in explanation. "We really have no relationship at all! We're just... just ordinary members of the organization who occasionally carry out missions together."
Ang stared at him, as though judging whether he was telling the truth.
After several seconds of silence, he suddenly nodded, his expression easing somewhat. "Very good. You're being cooperative, and that pleases me."
But Leon felt an even deeper chill in his heart.
Looking at Ang's smiling face, he felt as though he were seeing a monster wearing human skin.
This man had no emotional fluctuations whatsoever, yet every movement and every glance precisely shattered his inner defenses.
He had never imagined that one day, he would sit so uneasily before someone, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
At that moment, Candice, lying on the ground, moved slightly.
The suffocating magical vacuum of the Magic-Sealing Room remained, but after some time adapting and recovering, her consciousness had gradually cleared considerably.
"Which Magic Society are you from?" Ang's voice rang out again, his tone as sharp as a blade.
Leon froze, wariness rising within him.
He stared at Ang, trying to read something from his face, but that face was calm as a mirror, utterly without ripples.
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