Seventh Finger, Narrow Escape

"…"

"…"

A strange silence pervaded between both the Princess and her maid, with their expressions slowly changing into something else.

Abigail had the face of someone who had just made a huge mistake, while Zestari's expression turned blank as she looked up from her empty palm and up to Abigail.

"Abigail Vanya Lowe."

"?!"

The elven princess felt chills down her spine upon hearing her name on Zestari's lips.

Zestari had taken care of Abigail ever since she came out of her mother's womb, and after being together for so long, Abigail was more than capable of discerning when Zestari was truly angry with her.

Now, was one of those times.

"Do tell me.

Your Mystic eyes don't happen to ACTUALLY be active now, do they?"

Zestari had noticed the glow in Abigail's eyes, however, the woman knew that Abigail was capable of fooling people into thinking her mystic eyes were active even though they actually weren't so she had thought that the Elven princess was doing just that.