Mind-Controlled by the Villainess? I’ll Turn the Tables and Make Her Mine!

Ansu took a moment to organize his thoughts.

He finally moved, slowly climbing down from the top of the tower until he reached the platform of the watchtower.

His gaze fell upon Freya, whose eyes held a hint of concern.

"An..."

Freya opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't dare ask aloud.

Instead, she stepped forward, cautiously grasping Ansu's hand, and slowly traced her fingertips across his palm:

"What's wrong? Your expression is very off!"

"It is nothing. I will tell you in a bit." Ansu shook his head first, then silently watched the palm she was holding.

The little Holy Maiden seemed to have grown addicted to holding hands under the guise of secrecy...