Late at night in the mansion, the living room lights were unexpectedly bright, as if refusing to let the rainy night outside invade.
Because a Soundproof Magic Device had been placed on the cabinet, no one knew how heavily the rain was falling outside—or whether rolling thunder was rumbling beyond the windows.
In this ordinary, relaxed, comfortable living room, the atmosphere between the two women and one man was like a tautly stretched string, ready to snap at any moment.
Hughberlian and Sigrid stared at each other with firm, fiercely competitive gazes, like two sharp swords crossing around Lanchi.
Neither was willing to yield even an inch. The stillness before war hung in the air.
"Meow! You two..."
Cat Boss had originally wanted to mediate, but just as it was about to speak, it caught the gazes Sigrid and Hughberlian simultaneously cast its way.
It shrank its head back down, trembling in fear, and burrowed beneath the sofa again.
That was killing intent.
Whether it was Sigrid's frosty eyes or the anger-filled look in Hughberlian's eyes, neither showed the slightest intention of backing down.
Cat Boss was friends with both Hugh Treasure and Sid now. If the powder keg really exploded and it was forced to pick a side, it didn't even dare imagine what it would do!
"This is my final warning. Let go of my Holy Son."
Sigrid's voice grew even colder, and her hand began to tighten.
"You've known him for two months at most. How dare you say something like that? Aren't you ashamed?"
Hughberlian became extremely aggressive at that moment—or rather, this was how she had spoken when she first met Lanchi.
"Holy Son, tell her. Are you mine?"
Sigrid looked toward Lanchi as she spoke. She rarely asked questions without using an interrogative tone,