Chapter 281 Main land of ghost eye group
Without another word, the priest stood up and walked toward a shelf at the far end of the room. From it, he carefully pulled out a small shell. It was gray, smooth, and simple in design. Felix brought it to his lips and blew softly into the shell. The sound that came was low and pleasent calming, vibrating through the air.
Moments passed in silence, thick with anticipation.
Suddenly, a deep, almost amused voice echoed through the room. "Hmm... Someone missed my free, kind service."
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In the same castle where Benjamin was staying with Sandra, Kyra had been placed in a room beside his. Joy, who had been asked to clean the room, was now sitting quietly nearby. Kyra lay on a simple bed, her breathing steady and her face serene, as if she were in a peaceful dream.
Joy couldn’t help but feel a flutter of warmth in his chest as he gazed at her. His freckled cheeks flushed slightly, a soft pink tint spreading across them. His brown eyes sparkled with admiration as he took in the sight of Kyra’s long red hair, which flowed around her like a cascade of fire.
He marveled at her side profile, noting the delicate curve of her nose and the gentle line of her jaw. Her lips, soft and slightly parted, seemed inviting, and her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, adding to her ethereal beauty.
Joy had never seen anyone quite like her. She looked so beautiful, so gergeous, it was as if he was seeing beauty for the first time. His growing smile betrayed his feelings, spreading wider as he continued to watch her.
"MOVE," Benjamin said coldly as he entered the room. Joy hesitated, reluctant to leave, but he bit his lip and stepped aside. His eyes lingered on Kyra as he reluctantly moved out of the way.
"Get out," Benjamin repeated, his gaze fixed on Kyra’s face. Joy quickly exited the room, casting one last glance back before closing the door behind him.
Benjamin approached Kyra and leaned over to get a closer look. His eyes traced her features with a mixture of interest and admiration. Her beauty was undeniable, her face gergeous and delicate. He compared her to Sandra, whose presence he found repulsive in contrast.
Kyra, he thought, was far more attractive—both in appearance and in the grace she exuded. As he studied her, a sense of satisfaction grew within him.