"Where's Isaiah? We're already here, he should be here," I said with a sense of uncertainty. This wasn't a joke; if it was, it wasn't funny. Although what could have been seen on the magic screen was false, that didn't mean Isaiah's whereabouts were the truth.
Tiana, who had initially brought me here confidently because of the news of Isaiah's whereabouts, suddenly looked nervous and looked around like she was looking for someone who had been there from the beginning. It might have been Isaiah, or it might not have been.
"Tiana, what are you doing? Tell me, where is Isaiah? You said he was here." I asked, grabbing the collar of her dress and shaking her body so that she looked terrified. Cold sweat beaded her forehead, and she clutched my hand with her cold hands.
She looked panicked and looked at me with regretful eyes. I read that, but I didn't know what was going through my servant's mind if she had made a mistake.
