Caught in the exchange, Argon's gaze remained fixed on Isadora, his eyes betraying his intrigue. Unfazed by his unabashed admiration, Isadora stopped in front of him and spoke, her voice holding a playful undertone, "My lord, Cambion is waiting for you on the throne."
Argon's focus shifted back to the immediate matter at hand as he blinked and refocused his attention. Clearing his throat slightly, he composed himself and replied, "Okay, I will go there right away. Thank you, Isadora."
Isadora's smile remained as she nodded, her expression a blend of amusement and respect. With a graceful nod, she turned to continue on her way, leaving Argon to continue his journey toward the throne room. The brief interlude had lifted his spirits, a welcome distraction from his deep cultivation endeavors.
