Outside of Max's room, in the dark narrow corridor, Harley's heels landed on the carpet without making any noise.
Shadows around her grew darker and stirred awake as a figure materialized behind her.
"I didn't intervene because he didn't die, Young Miss."
"That's fine," Harley shook her head and asked with a strange glow in her eyes. "Tell me exactly what happened there?"
Arya nodded and recounted the events involving Max, as Harley listened with interest.
She frowned when Arya finished and muttered, "He risked his life to save that girl? But why?"
"That...I don't know."
"Huh? You didn't get any hints from their conversation?" Harley asked in confusion.
Arya lowered her head and said, "I didn't get too close to him because I was having this strange feeling. It was as if I tried to spy on him too much, I'd suffer terrible consequences. I rarely get this feeling, Young Miss, so I didn't dare to get too close to them."
