Like a blade being drawn. Something was coming. And whoever dared target Lady Seraphine… They would learn what it truly meant to face Coffi of the Agro Territory.
Her maid. Her family. Her friend. Her blade. Her shield.
And her storm.
But…
Anyone with a brain, a sense of danger, or half a functioning mana circle would have been furious about the killing intent aimed at our lady.
It wasn't subtle. It wasn't hidden. It was broadcasting murder like a drunk bard screaming confessions at 2 a.m. But Lady Seraphine? What did she do? She sat inside the carriage.
Closed her eyes. Folded her hands on her lap like a peaceful monk. …And tried not to fart. Because those sweet potatoes a kid gifted her earlier were brewing inside her stomach like volcanic demons.
She took a slow breath. Deep. Calm. Controlled.
And then—
I felt it.
Her Spirit Qi bloomed.
Silent.
Warm.
Powerful.
Radiant.
