Inside the guest's room, the two men sat against each other. One with crossed arms and legs the other with a full-body black Mythril armor. The two of them stared at each other without saying a word as Tuey's glance darted back and forth. She gulped as the two of them unknowingly let out a mountainous pressure against her, she felt undeserving to be in the same room as them but couldn't pucker up the strength to even excuse herself.
"Tuey, what do you think about the man in front of you?" asked Lyon with a smile on his face.
"Eh?" Tuey was taken back by the sudden question Lyon just threw.
She couldn't believe that he would ask such a sensitive question right in front of the man himself. This was not how gossiping works.
