“Lorelei?” I stared at the tall female figure who was leaning against the tree I once leaned on the first time I entered the forest to meet Oswald.

Lorelei's eyes were cold and freezing. And I could feel intense hostility from her.

Somehow, right at that minute, an intense hatred toward Lorelei bloomed in me.

Being in the same environment as Lorelei made me feel unreconciled. It felt as if we were opposites and longtime enemies.

Lorelei squinted her eyes at me and moved away from the tree. Her eyes coldly bore into mine. In the dawn, her eyes held some weird glint that felt like an attraction that was...