chapter 111 leaving burning fire

Frost Eye stretched, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of an unimportant conversation.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he stood up.

The chair scraped against the wooden floor, a sharp sound in the otherwise silent hotel lounge.

Cute Mist didn't say a word.

She just sat there, one delicate finger tapping against the table, her expression eerily neutral—too neutral.

But Frost Eye knew better.

That was the face of a woman on the edge of exploding.

And he loved it.

He took his time, adjusting his coat, brushing off invisible dust from his sleeve.

Then, as if only now remembering she was still there, he glanced down at her.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

He could see it—the faintest twitch in her brow, the tightening of her jaw.

Oh, she was pissed.

But she wouldn't show it.

Not now.

Not when he was looking.

So he decided to push a little more.

Frost Eye: (Cheeky, almost teasing) "Mist-chan, I'd say it was a pleasure, but…"

He trailed off, letting the silence hang.

Then, with a soft chuckle—

Frost Eye: "We both know you enjoyed my company more than I did yours."

Cute Mist's fingers stilled.

For the first time, she looked up directly into his eyes.

Cold. Calculating.

But beneath it?

Unrestrained fury.

Frost Eye held her gaze for a moment longer, committing this perfect expression to memory.

Then—he turned.

And walked away.

Not hurried. Not rushed.

Just casual. Confident. Untouchable.

The moment he stepped past the doorway—

CRASH!

A shattering sound erupted behind him.

He didn't need to look back.

Didn't need to see what she had thrown—or how many pieces it had broken into.

He just smiled.

Because that reaction?

That meant he won.

As Frost Eye reached the door, he paused.

A calculated move.

The air in the hotel lounge was thick—dense with unspoken rage.

Cute Mist hadn't said a word since his last remark, but her silence was even louder than an outburst.

Her fingers were still, no longer tapping against the table.

Her breathing was measured—too measured.

She was barely holding it together.

Frost Eye smiled.

Then—he turned his head slightly, just enough to glance at her from the corner of his eye.

A slow, deliberate grin spread across his lips.

She was watching him, her piercing gaze demanding an explanation, daring him to say another word.

And he did.

Because that's exactly what he wanted.

Frost Eye: (Teasing, yet smooth as silk) "Oh, and Mist-chan…"

Her eyes narrowed.

He could see the fire behind them—she knew he was about to say something that would make her blood boil.

But she couldn't stop him.

Frost Eye: (Mockingly sweet, like he was doing her a favor) "You're flat-chested, but don't worry—come to my house sometime, and I'll take care of you…"

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching for her reaction.

She didn't move.

Not yet.

Her grip tightened around the edge of the table, knuckles turning white.

But Frost Eye wasn't done.

Oh no, not yet.

Leaning slightly closer, voice dropping to a low, taunting murmur, he added—

Frost Eye: "…Even your flatness."

A full second of silence.

Nothing moved.

No sound.

Not even the faintest intake of breath.

Then—

BOOM!

The entire table flipped over.

Cups, plates, and documents exploded into the air, crashing to the floor in a chaotic mess.

A waitress nearby let out a startled yelp, jumping back to avoid the mess.

The sheer force of the impact rattled the furniture, and a few customers at nearby tables turned to see what the hell had just happened.

But Frost Eye?

He was already walking away.

Not in a hurry.

Just calm. Smug. Untouchable.

Behind him, Cute Mist's face was burning red—whether from fury, embarrassment, or both.

Her entire body tensed, hands clenched into tight fists.

Her chest rose and fell sharply, breathing ragged from barely contained rage.

She wanted to kill him.

She wanted to rip him apart.

And yet—

That damn grin of his—

She hated how much it got under her skin.

Frost Eye had already left, his mocking grin still haunting the air like a ghost.

Cute Mist stood frozen, chest rising and falling sharply as she clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into her palms.

Her face was flushed deep red, whether from rage, embarrassment, or both.

The table lay overturned, plates shattered, drinks spilled across the floor.

The nearby hotel staff hesitated, glancing at each other—no one dared to approach her.

Then—

SLAM!

Her fist smashed down onto the counter, rattling the wood as she pulled out her communication device.

Her fingers moved fast and aggressively, tapping out a call with such force it looked like she wanted to break the screen.

Ring… Ring…

Mack answered immediately.

Mack: "Mist? What happened—"

Cute Mist: (sharply, barely contained rage) "Come to the hotel. Now."

There was no room for discussion.

Mack froze on the other end.

Her tone was dangerous.

Laced with pure fury.

Mack: "…Did something happen?"

Cute Mist: (voice dripping with venom) "I'll explain when you get here. Five minutes. Move."

And with that, she cut the call.

She didn't wait for a response.

Didn't care for one.

Her grip tightened around the device before she slammed it onto the table.

Her teeth clenched, eyes blazing.

Frost Eye.

That bastard.

She swore—he would regret this.

Less than five minutes later, the hotel doors swung open as Mack rushed inside.

He was breathing hard, having sprinted the entire way.

His eyes immediately locked onto Cute Mist, who was standing near the overturned table, arms crossed, a storm brewing behind her gaze.

He knew that look.

Something had pissed her off—badly.

Mack: (panting slightly) "Mist, what happened? I came as fast as I could."

She didn't answer immediately.

Instead, she turned her head slightly, gaze sharp as a blade.

Cute Mist: (cold, clipped tone) "We need to meet Dark Solution's guild leader."

Mack blinked.

That was the last thing he expected to hear.

Mack: (confused) "Sophie? Why?"

Cute Mist exhaled sharply, her jaw tightening.

She was still seething—still replaying Frost Eye's words in her head.

That smug bastard.

But instead of explaining, she simply said—

Cute Mist: (dead serious) "I'll tell you on the way. Let's move."

Mack hesitated for only a second before nodding.

Whatever had happened, it was serious.

And if it involved Sophie and Dark Solution…

Things were about to get even messier.