Facing their deep stares, Moulin calmly tilted his head in confusion. Did he say something wrong? For a moment, he reflected on himself and recounted his words. His eyes widened slightly and he raises his hands to explain.
"Oh, forgive me. I do not mean to sound disrespectful. I-"
Noticing his embarrassment, Na'El sighed and approached the young man, placing a hand on his shoulder. He spoke gently, "Young master, this domain is designed to protect you. It was created with Corhan's last precious resources and is one of the most complex castings in the land. Although anyone in your position would share your feelings, consider this place your garden."
The youth's silver eyes follows Na'El's outstretched hand, presenting the dainty look of the area. 'My garden?'
Lady Celeste shared Moulin's look of confusion while Lady Calanthe only chuckled softly.
