Dyon shrugged, his hands not leaving his pockets. "Both are true."
Dyon's words caused Aritzia's brows to furrow slightly. This wasn't because he said anything rude, or because he was dismissive. Rather, his words made Aritzia feel like something was tugging at her heart strings, as though he was subtly manipulating her emotions. But, it was clear and obvious that Dyon wasn't using a charming technique. There weren't even any energy fluctuations coming from him.
How could Aritzia know that this was because Dyon's Presence had fused into every fiber of his being, including his voice. It was possible for him to force people into despair, or raise their morale to inconceivable heights with just a few words.
'She's quite sharp.' Dyon chuckled to himself lightly.
"I'm sure Lady Aritzia didn't come here to ask me such a question, correct?"
