Chapter 239

By all rights, no one here should have been able to perceive him in his spirit form.

And yet, somehow, Princess Ophelia's eyes were fixed precisely on the spot where he stood.

Cain, uncharacteristically unable to hide his own confusion, stared back at Ophelia.

Her gaze was aimed directly at exactly where Cain stood.

"...Can you see me?"

The foolish question slipped out before he could stop it.

But Ophelia didn't answer right away. She only curved her lips into a small, elegant smile and laughed, soft.

"I'm sorry. This must have startled you quite a bit, because of me."

Her quiet, low voice rang through the empty room.

"But don't worry. I can't see you at all. I can't hear your voice, either."

Just as she'd said. Looking closely, her gaze wasn't quite fixed on Cain himself, precisely.

She'd only roughly gauged the general area where he stood by…