'My god…'
Kavin slowly raised a hand and covered his face, his expression turning increasingly pale as an overwhelming headache began to form.
'I'm trying my best to hide our identities... and she's sitting here admiring my photos? What in the world is wrong with this woman?'
For years, they had remained hidden beneath perfect disguises.
They had changed their appearances, abandoned their real names, altered their habits, even restrained themselves from doing the smallest things that might expose them.
Every single step had been carefully calculated. Yet the greatest threat to their secrecy wasn't some legendary investigator or ancient divination spell.
It was Rosalina herself.
Taking a deep breath to stop himself from shouting, Kavin lowered his voice until it was barely above a whisper.
"...Put that away."
His tone carried an unfamiliar sense of dread.
"Get rid of it. Right now."
