I Kidnapped the Youngest Daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan

“Y-yes… of course. I didn’t hear anything. That just now was only a joke. I’ll never tell anyone……”

“……”

The Illusory Illusion Witch forced an awkward smile, her lips trembling. Even now, she mimed sealing her mouth shut. It was pitiful beyond words.

And this was a martial artist at the Flowering Stage?

“Haah.”

“Hic…”

All I had done was sigh, yet she even hiccupped as she nervously gauged my reaction. For a moment, my head began to ache.

Perhaps the earlier words had bothered her. As if sensing the conversation was important, Tang Sowol—who had stepped slightly back—suddenly sprang to her feet and stood in front of me.

“Do you realize what you just said in front of his fiancée?!”