He who Bends Time

Looking at how Marian gritted her teeth and tightened her face, it was instantly recognizable that she was pissed—misunderstanding Henry’s words as a joke.

Then, without warning, she grabbed him by the neck again, just like before. Her movements were so fast that Henry couldn’t even resist.

"I know it sounds and seems almost like a joke, but believe me, what I’m saying is the truth. He’s the man I introduced to you earlier, but for some reason, he seems to have a problem in his head... almost like he’s half-awake and half-asleep," Henry said quickly as his hands reached for Marian’s arm, trying to loosen her grip.

But it was pointless.

"Her arm’s harder than mine... That’s right, she did say she was an Enchanted. Judging from how developed her body is, she should be a bonded Enchanter," Henry’s eyes scanned Marian’s body. She wore strange clothes that revealed her curvy, feminine figure—her full chest barely covered by a small, triangular piece of cloth. Other than that, she only wore a short skirt and a jacket.

"Hmm... In my world—the bloody arena—I’ve seen all kinds of men and figures. I’ve seen all kinds of tricks they pull. Some appear pure, innocent, and honest but strike the moment I let my guard down. Others look crafty and sly but are more honest than a saint. Because of those experiences, I somehow learned how to judge a person not just by how they look, but by how they speak."

She paused before finishing her thought and observed Henry more closely.

She got extremely close to him, their faces just a breath apart, and gazed directly into his eyes with a look that was both intense and unreadable.

Henry felt her hot breath against his face—it was rough and wild, making him briefly question whether she was truly human or something else entirely.