After the tumultuous luncheon concluded, Tilly was called away by her subordinates again; she seemed to be perpetually busy.
Catching sight of Tilly's apologetic expression, Elias nodded, signaling that she need not worry about him for now.
Her departure seemed to clear the air, as if she'd taken all the tension with her. The mood around the dining table became noticeably lighter.
Isabella exhaled a sigh of relief and then turned to Elias, her tone a mix of concern and disbelief. "Her whole vibe was super creepy, right?"
"I'm really starting to think the church wasn't exaggerating with that 'Disaster Witch' title..."
Elias just let out a silent sigh, lost in thought.
Tilly, the so-called Witch Miss, was clearly spiraling deeper into some kind of despair, maybe even bordering on madness...
He absentmindedly twirled the key in his hand, mulling over her enigmatic words.
