The third princess stared at Alan in utter disbelief.
Alan didn't look at her. His expression was cold, and his voice had grown firm and commanding:
"Hand over the skill."
Seeing this completely different side of Alan, the third princess's heart began to race uncontrollably—like it had been pierced by needles, spasming in pain.
Under Alan's relentless pressure, a sense of despair filled her heart.
So in the face of absolute interest, no one could restrain the beast of desire within.
She felt betrayed. Drained.
Like a lifeless puppet, she tossed the scroll toward Alan.
Alan caught it and glanced at the cover—four glowing runes spelled out "Frozen World". Even just holding it, he could feel a chilling force seeping into his very soul.
"So this is a tier-diamond magic skill... It's truly extraordinary," Alan muttered, then turned and strode out of the room without looking back.
