Clang.

The sharp sound pierced my ears, and I turned around. Shattered fragments lay scattered on the floor.

Beyond them, a pair of delicate shoes came into view.

I followed them up slowly to find their owner.

It didn’t take long before our eyes met.

“…Lady Mi.”

The owner of those shoes was none other than Lady Mi.

Why is Lady Mi here? And why now, of all times?

Did she hear what I just said? Damn it, she must have. That expression says it all.

In other words…

‘I’m screwed.’

Thoroughly, completely screwed.

‘What do I do?’

Cold sweat …