Facing Matthew's penetrating gaze, Macaron felt a sudden, inexplicable terror welling up from the depths of his heart.
It was as if he had encountered his natural predator, his life hanging on Matthew's whim.
This feeling was very strange and out of the ordinary, reminiscent of his usual flashes of inspiration.
However, in the past, he had mostly managed to turn peril into safety, although it always came at the cost of the lives and injuries of his trusted soldiers, he had always managed to survive.
But facing Matthew, that feeling was completely different.
Fear surged incessantly from the depths of his heart, urging him to flee at once.
Yet, Macaron did not, as he usually would, obey the instinctual fear to run or hide.
Because he had no way out!
Noticing his fearful appearance, Yaya glanced at him curiously but did not speak up to ask here.
Before coming out, Yaya had already been informed.
She was to observe and learn more, not to talk more.