Walking on thin  ice

"Hey..."

Five minutes after performing the art, Ver glared at her.

"Why is she still not waking up?"

In front of them, Misty remained the same. Her breaths were stable but her complexion was deathly pale. Her eyelashes never fluttered once. She was just lying there, unmoving and asleep.

Ver looked heartbroken seeing no change in his girl's condition. He began roaring at Agatha and even though her lips were trembling in anger and her breathing became ragged, Agatha didn't talk back.

She only pursed her red lips and threw a complicated gaze at Paul who appeared deeply contemplating the situation. In reality, she was very curious why the man did not stop her from purchasing the skill and even advised her to do this. They both knew the peculiar half-host had left Misty.

"... There's no more evil spirit in her," she said to Ver after the long period of silence.

The man who had now looked like a mad dog furiously barked, "If there isn't, how come she's still not opening her eyes? Are you