"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry, Roanna?"
Upon spotting the middle-aged woman, Santiago quickly stepped forward and put that question forth.
It turned out that the middle-aged woman was his wife, Roanna Anderson.
"Hailey—"
Roanna had just opened her mouth when she screeched to a stop mid-utterance. Her brows scrunched together imperceptibly, and she swept her gaze around.
At that, Santiago's expression changed, his apprehension as clear as day.
"What's wrong with Hailey, Roanna?" he queried.
However, Roanna waved a hand to shut him up before closing her eyes slightly as though trying to discern something.
When Santiago saw that, he broke out in a cold sweat.
He furtively made some hand seals with his right hand. Rays of light resembling those of fireflies rained down the entire hall, seemingly concealing a particular aura.
Shortly after, Roanna opened her eyes again. Frowning, she mused, "Why do I sense a woman's fragrance in the hall?"
"Really? Why don't I smell anything?"
Santiago pretended to sniff at the air.
"Cut the act! Did a woman come in here?" Roanna questioned.
"Oh, I remember now! Calanthe came earlier, and I told her to run some errands for me," Santiago explained posthaste.
"But why do I feel as though this smell doesn't belong to her?"
A frown marred Roanna's face, and her expression was dubious.
"Of course, it does! You're overthinking things. How could some woman come in when it's the secret realm here?" Santiago reassured lovingly, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
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