Royal Palace, Queza, Viscarria...
After the prophetess departed, Elijah and Kyle were left alone together in what used to be Ezekiel's study.
Elijah was nonchalantly seated behind the desk while Kyle was on the sofa across from him. Glancing at his younger brother, a hint of amusement played on his lips as he broke the silence. "So? Why are you still here, my younger brother?" he inquired.
Kyle lifted his gaze towards Elijah, his expression showed nothing but nonchalance. "Are you tired of your brother's face already?" he retorted casually.
Elijah smirked. "You know you won't be able to fool me, Vincent Kyle," he remarked knowingly.
"Fool you?" Kyle echoed, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "When did I even start trying to do something like that?"
