Chapter 107: Not Again?

That warm yet icy voice instantly strangled the atmosphere into silence.

Even the natural world itself seemed to sink beneath the weight of that tone.

Then, abruptly, a clear voice cut through the stillness.

“We haven’t even started working yet and you’re already showing yourself? Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous already, Master Mirror?”

In the past, whenever Lannor faced the crushing pressure surrounding the creature, he had always referred to him as the Man of Glass.

A subconscious attempt to diminish the opponent, to steady his own nerves.

Proof of the disadvantage buried deep in his mind.

After all, before a being who openly manipulated reality and toyed with time itself, remaining seated across from him, speaking with faint mockery instead of fear or flattery, already felt like a considerable achievement.

But today, Lannor addressed him as “master.”

And the expression on that handsome face looked utterly sincere.

Master ... don’t tell me you’re upset because I found a way to solve this without signing your contract?

Surely not.

You’re not about to flip the table over this, are you?

The look on Lannor’s face could have infuriated any normal person who had just been cornered.

And he was doing it deliberately.

Of course he was.

Being entangled with a horrifying thing that clearly wanted something from him, carrying all that pressure without letting it show, already demanded monstrous self-control from Lannor.

And now, when the bastard had finally crawled out because his scheme was on the verge of collapse, if Lannor did not stomp directly onto his face while he had the chance, the frustration would haunt him until he was three hundred years old.

Unfortunately, Gaunter O’Dimm had little in common with normal people.

Or with people at all.

Not only did he show no anger, even the smile on his face remained perfectly unchanged.

If anything, the way he looked at Lannor became even more interested.