"Who is this young man?" Ophelia's tender eyes flashed as she noticed Davis who was not at all fazed by her Charm Arts.
"He is our friend, Davis." Lucas replied meekly and added, "Also, don't call us Young Master or Young Miss, we do not belong to a family or clan."
Ophelia shook her head, "You do have a point but one day, you'll be forced to disband and create a place for yourselves. At that time, whether if you're a young master or a prince, it doesn't matter, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Now stop it please!" Lucas whined while he urged.
"Haha! Alright fine..." Ophelia gently laughed and stopped using her charm arts.
Davis couldn't understand the effects of the charm she cast on Lucas because of his powerful soul. He slightly cast his glance towards Lucas and was appalled to see his pants bulge, 'Getting turned on by just hearing her normal voice?'
