Chapter 233: The Eyes That Watch

Celine Celine pulled up beside a large building, Morgana trailing behind her with an anxious expression etched across her face. Morgana’s steps were small and hesitant, her movements fraught with uncertainty as she skipped along awkwardly. The sight of her companion’s apprehensive demeanor only fueled the fire of Celine’s simmering anger. Her eyebrows twitched, the beginnings of a storm brewing within her, as she clenched her fists in frustration. Turning around, she glared at Morgana, her eyes narrowing into slits of barely contained fury. But then, in an instant, her anger faltered and dissipated. Morgana’s blue hair, a wild and untamed mane, stuck out in various directions, resembling more of a chaotic nest than anything remotely put together. Her pale face, splattered with splotches of pink that contrasted sharply with her ghostly complexion, seemed to wear the aftermath of some haphazard adventure. The maid’s disheveled garments clung to her in tatters, torn and hanging limply,