Truth, Blessing, Chains

No wonder.

No wonder he had been so relaxed around her. So trusting.

No wonder it felt like he was in love...

It wasn't real.

It was an illusion.

A hypnosis.

And the caster? None other than Nancy.

She must have thought he wouldn't notice.

That she could weave her way into his mind without resistance.

But she was wrong.

[Illusion Resistance] had torn through the deception, leaving nothing but the bitter truth behind.

Nancy shifted uneasily.

Something was off.

Alex's posture had changed.

His expression, once neutral, had turned unreadable—cold, calculating. His body, once at ease, was now rigid with tension.

She could feel it.

He knew.

Her heart pounded as she swallowed hard.

"Alex," she asked hesitantly, forcing a smile, "is everything alright?"

Alex slowly lifted his head.

His eyes locked onto hers—icy, sharp, unforgiving.