As the door slowly creaked open, the figure of Nathira stood outside the room.
Her gaze hardened the moment she saw a woman atop Arthur.
The faint scent of poison and antimagic lingered in the air, so without needing anyone to explain, she immediately understood what had happened.
Arthur had been rap**.
Arthur, meanwhile, curled his fingers slightly.
His muscles remained taut, not just from the remnants of pleasure, but from the abrupt withdrawal of antimagic and the fear of what Nathira might do to Anna.
Nathira inhaled deeply, slow and steady breaths filling her lungs, before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her.
With a flick of her finger, his trousers were pulled onto his body, and he was gently lifted into the air.
"Nathira, it isn't her fault. Yes, she did kidnap me, but I also gave in to temptation."
Nathira neither smiled nor frowned.
She remained utterly blank.
