Angel had once met Lady Mero in Savage Cave. At the time, Lady Mero had been just as Serum described—every gesture of hers carried an air of elegance and classic refinement. Paired with her brisk, capable way of handling matters, she had seemed like an etiquette teacher from a traditional noble household.
Yet even now, though Lady Mero's face was clouded with sorrow, that elegance radiating from the depths of her heart had not diminished in the slightest.
"Sibyl... Gelos..." Lady Mero, dressed in a long black gown, sat on the edge of a somewhat damp, chilly stone bed, softly murmuring to herself with worry etched across her face.
Suddenly, the grief-stricken look on Lady Mero's face changed abruptly.
She shot to her feet and looked around in confusion.
There was nothing around her. The cramped space remained as oppressive as ever.
But she had clearly heard a rustling sound in the room just now. A large magic array had been laid outside this prison cell; insects and rats could not possibly move about here. What could that sound have been?
Or had she merely imagined it?
As suspicion rose in Mero's heart, she failed to notice that, at some point, the outside of her cell had fallen utterly silent. Unlike before, there was no more chatter from the other prisoners.
It was not until Mero casually glanced toward the cell door that she discovered in surprise that the barred window was already shrouded in a faint mist.
Had mist appeared in the corridor, or was something abnormal happening only in her cell?
Mero instinctively wanted to walk to the door and look outside.
But after taking less than two steps, Mero froze. She had heard another sound in the room—and this time it was crystal clear: footsteps!
Right behind