Death

I will kill the master of the Tower.

The moment those words settled, I felt, strangely, as though the air around us had changed in density.

The sensation of someone watching made my skin crawl, yet it also compelled me to look up at the sky without realizing it.

“The Sword Keeper always has good instincts.”

Without looking back at me, Penrina took another sip of wine and smiled with satisfaction.

It seemed that she, too, knew what I had just felt.

“Funny, isn't it? To observe in return the being that observed you. It is a strange ability, but why should it be impossible?”

“……”

“There is also the power to claim a person as one's own like this.”

It was an absurd analogy, but I could relate to it well enough...