Lyan leaned back against the table, observing Arielle as she took a long sip from her mug. The dim light of the room cast shadows across her sharp features, her green eyes glinting with curiosity. She finally put her cup down, gazing directly at him.
"Hm... So you're the lord of Grafen, Baron Evocatore, huh? I've heard quite a bit about you," she said, her voice dripping with a mixture of curiosity and teasing.
Lyan smiled faintly, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Is that so?"
Before Arielle could answer, Althea spoke up, her voice filled with pride.
"Milord is a very great lord."
Arielle raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk.
"Oh, yes, you're absolutely right. A very great and famous womanizer as well."
Lyan was just taking a sip of his drink, and almost choked, coughing as he tried to keep himself from spitting it out. Inside his mind, the eight spirits burst into laughter, their voices echoing with teasing delight.
