Nyi's smile slowly faded as he nervously asked Lyon, "I hope you don't take offense."
Lyon raised his brows and looked at Nyi's slightly apologetic complexion. He giggled, "If you know who I truly am, I'll be the one asking you."
"Huh?" Nyi was at a loss as he heard those words.
As Nyi tried to utter something, Lyon slapped the back of his delt with a nod before leaving him.
Lyon sighed inwardly as he was making his way back to the courtyard of the palace. A heavy burden was coiling around his shoulders to his neck, choking him as his mind muddled in it. Yet, amidst his stroll toward the courtyard, he was greeted by an unlikely figure.
"Ah, Lyon," a melodic voice made him look up.
"Oh, Madam Isabella?" Lyon smiled wryly. "I thought you were enjoying the picnic with my wife and the lads?"
