"Get lost—"
Charlotte's voice wasn't loud.
In fact, just like the time Sebastian tried to probe her memories, this was merely an instinctive outburst from her, who liked to pry into others but detested being pry into herself.
Caught off guard, it was somewhat blustering yet timorous, like a kitten hissing at a stranger who had trespassed into its home.
If you truly dared to kick the table, it might have just scurried away with a whoosh.
But in the ears of Sebastian and the Great Knight, it was entirely different.
Sebastian felt that at the moment his consciousness was about to be shredded by the Spiritual Force Field, accompanied by the enduringly cold and majestic rebuke of the Lady of the Dark Night, a vast and mighty breath surged out from the depths of his consciousness.
That voice and breath carried an absolute will that brooked no refusal, like a torrential flood, effortlessly tearing apart the Spiritual Force Field that enveloped him.
