Medusa's eyes quivered as she stood frozen by the doorway.
She could never really get used to their romantic moments, no matter how many times she saw them.
The sight of Edna's lips pressed against Azel's skin, her voice so soft and intimate — it pierced through her heart like tiny needles.
But then she forced herself to breathe, to calm down.
She was Medusa.
She belonged to him.
'If I can't have him to myself now… I'll just do so at the Academy,' she thought, gripping the tray in her hands tightly.
She had done her research back in the Empire, flipping through books and speaking to a few people.
Servants could be brought along to the Academy.
That was all she needed to know.
She would make sure of it. No matter what, she would follow him.
"Master, I brought some food for you," she said finally, her tone carefully controlled.
