Jon, the trusted aide of the Vampire King, said, "Sometimes, ignorance is a blessing."
Cederic, ever the provocateur, added, "But perhaps knowing a bit might ease the High Priestess's anxiety."
Fei, with age-etched hands, gestured for silence. "Foolish child," he chastised as he flung Hecate's grimoire towards Luna. She managed to catch it, though it nearly slipped from her grasp.
Cederic smirked, echoing Fei's words in a mocking tone, "Careless girl, almost losing the Witch Goddess's cherished relic. Quite unbecoming for the new High Priestess."
Embarrassment burned Luna's cheeks. She flicked the ethereal layers of her dress. "It's not as though this outfit has pockets suitable for such a tome."
Cederic leaned in, his voice dripping with amusement. "Mind your attire, My Lady. Jon seems rather taken with what's peeking out beneath."
