“Mirabel’s master? What do you mean by that?”

Narredi’s eyes narrowed as she shot me a cold glare.

Even though she wasn’t quite on Mirabel’s level, Narredi still had the aura of a witch, and it wasn’t something to take lightly. If it were the old me, my legs would be shaking like a newborn fawn.

But who am I now? I’ve survived for over a year in a world where death could come at any moment, even considering the synchronization of souls.

I didn’t flinch, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

“What’s there to explain? It’s exactly as it …