Ronan had already exited the Game Scenario. But before he even had time to feel anything about it, Evil Poison—that chaotic, filthy element—once again brazenly asserted its presence, continuing to seep into him...
In fact, Ronan knew perfectly well that it was only an impression fragment existing in his memories, with no real impact to speak of. Yet precisely because it had no substance and still lingered stubbornly, it became all the more irritating.
He forcefully flung the thin blanket off himself, as though doing so could completely separate him from that chaos and filth.
Of course, it had no effect whatsoever.
"...My lord?"
Snake Tongue's silhouette appeared on the Bamboo Paper Sliding Door outside Ronan's master bedroom. There was slight hesitation in her voice, as though she was not quite sure.
Ronan could not be bothered to answer her. He continued resisting the erosion of those chaotic, disordered impressions, his breathing growing heavier and heavier.
Two seconds later, the sliding door was pushed open to one side. The sound of wood rubbing against wood was already extremely soft, but to Ronan's ears at that moment, it was unmistakably the most torturous noise.
He immediately glared over.
Snake Tongue, who was entering on her knees, looked up abruptly and met Ronan's gaze head-on.
Snake Tongue froze. Then her body tensed, and she drew in a short breath. A loud rush of air escaped between her teeth. For someone with her temperament, this was already an extreme loss of composure.
The more she reacted like that, the more it drew Ronan's attention.
With restless fury burning inside him, Ronan fixed his gaze on Snake Tongue. She instinctively tried to lower her head and avoid it, but it was as if the motion had pulled something in her neck, leaving her body