At the sound of that voice, Nolan froze. He turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful young woman.
Her pink hair was styled in a half-up twisted bun, giving her an elegant and delicate aura.
A light blue gown hugged her figure, highlighting her curves, slim waist, and alluring bosom.
Her face was flawless, with a graceful jawline.
Long, lush eyelashes framed her golden-yellow eyes, which held a mysterious allure that was hard to describe.
Nolan's expression stiffened as he recognized her—Seira.
"Sister Seira?" His heart pounded. "How are you here—no, I mean, since when have you been in this hall? Why didn't I see you earlier?"
He tried to ease the tension with a falsely innocent look.
But Seira didn't fall for it. She smiled playfully, folding her arms under her ample chest.
"Why are you asking me that? I've been in this hall for a while now, you know? And I'm pretty sure you were aware of it."
Her sharp gaze seemed to slice through all of Nolan's pretense.
