As expected from Xanthus's keen observation, his sly smile immediately faded into darkness. Illay's face turned exceptionally cold and solemn, and with a flinch, he shoved his hand away from his shoulder before he muttered, "H-Human?"
"Didn't you tell us before that you encountered an injured kitten on your way here? But, instead of an animal, why do I sense human blood scent from you?" A dark, cruel smirk sliced the corner of his crimson lips as Xanthus asked, narrowing his golden eyes upon him.
"Illay?" Immediately, Valerie interrupted their conversation and grunted at Illay, sounding much perplexed by his tone. "Have you started hunting humans again?" His pitch created a strong echo in the giant banquet hall.
