I woke up in a novel where there existed a murderer who only targeted women with brown hair and green eyes. Specifically, I had become that lady with brown hair and green eyes. To avoid drawing attention to myself, I lived like a potion-making machine, confined to my workshop. If I could endure for just six more months, the original lead and the male lead were supposed to apprehend the murderer. It was supposed to be that way, but… “Magic Tower Master, Eon de Gragnoux is here.” Long, dangling earrings resembling extended silver threads. Eyes that could switch from affectionate to cruel in an instant, like the edge of darkness. A man more cunning and delicate than anyone else, akin to a finely crafted sculpture, slowly raised his lips. “I’ve come to take you with me.” In the violet depths of his eyes, a momentary flash of crimson. My terror seemed to amuse him, like an entertaining play unfolding before his eyes.
