Noan teleported outside, then followed the traces left in the snow, a smile appearing on his face.
He waved his hand, and Violette suddenly appeared beside him. She flinched at the sight of Noan, fear gripping her heart.
Violette had clearly seen how effortlessly Noan had killed Valen.
With just a wave of his hand, Valen's arms were sliced off—then his head followed.
This young man… to Violette, was a being shrouded in mystery and overwhelming power.
'Perfect. A man like this is the only kind worthy of being mine,' she thought, her eyes filled with greedy desire as they gazed at him.
But she wasn't foolish—she had seen how intelligent and ruthless Noan could be.
That was why she didn't dare make any reckless moves.
Sitting on the snow, trembling, Violette asked, "You… you saved me, didn't you?"
"Don't pretend. I know full well that this isn't your true personality," Noan said with a frown.
