As I moved, I could feel my vision sharpening.

How do my pupils look right now?

They’re probably similar to the Palace Lord’s.

[…Huh?]

The Palace Lord’s eyes widened as he saw me.
Looking straight at his face, I spoke.

“If you so much as lay a finger on me—forget rebellion or anything else—you’ll die by my hand first. Understand?”

[Ha-ha.]

I stepped closer, radiating heat, and the Palace Lord let out a chuckle.
What could he possibly find amusing? The sight of it only fueled my anger.

[Do you think you can really do that?]

Even if …