"Achoo!"
Nolan, seated on his horse, suddenly let out a loud sneeze.
He glanced around cautiously, his eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance.
Beside him, Elina gave her brother a puzzled look. "What's wrong with you, brother? Did something happen?"
Nolan shook his head and replied casually, "Nothing. I just sneezed. Probably because someone out there is harboring evil thoughts about me."
"Someone has evil thoughts about you?" Elina blinked in confusion. "Is that even real? Isn't that just a superstition?"
Nolan shrugged. "It's not superstition. Maybe you don't know this, but the human body is special. We have something called perception—the ability to sense another person's intentions, whether good or bad. It's similar to how animals use their instincts to sense danger."
Elina's expression turned serious. She believed her brother wholeheartedly and took his words to heart.
Nearby, Luvistar overheard their conversation and found himself intrigued.
