I woke up in a novel where there existed a mu*derer who only targeted women with brown hair and green eyes.

Specifically, I was also one amongst those, who possessed brown hair and green eyes.

To avoid drawing too attention on myself, I lived like a potion-making machine, always confined myself in my workshop.

If I could endure this for just six more months, then the original leads will appear and they will apprehend the mu*derer.

It was supposed to be that way, but…

“Magic Tower Master, Aeon de Gragnoux is here.”

Long, dangling earrings which resembled the extended silver threads.

Eyes that could immediately switch from affection to cruelty in an instant, he looked like someone, who was standing at 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, there was a momentary flash of crimson in it.

My terror seemed to amuse him, like an entertaining play unfolding before his eyes.

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