At that moment, Clem could only utter some reluctantly spoken words before he bowed to Lana and exited the room.
Lana watched Clem leave with a tender gaze, as if she were seeing off a loved one.
Once Clem had left the room and closed the door, Lana's expression changed.
Her eyes no longer held warmth, her expression no longer innocent. Instead, she seemed like a completely different person—her entire demeanor turned icy and cruel.
Subsequently, Lana stood up and walked to the window, opening it.
"Huh——"
A breeze immediately swept in, lifting the curtains and entering Lana's room.
Lana immediately knelt on one knee toward the direction of the breeze, and in the manner of a subject, spoke to what should have been an empty spot.
"My lord."
Lana's voice was extremely respectful, as if on a pilgrimage.
In such circumstances, a person appeared in Lana's room, seemingly out of nowhere.
It was a man in strange attire never seen in this country before, emitting an aura of evil.