Joseph and Rayan came to a sudden halt, swiftly turning to face Lumian.
Lumian observed them in silence, offering no immediate explanation.
Joseph, maintaining his smug and condescending grin, inquired, "Monsieur Ciel, I'm not sure I comprehend your meaning."
Lumian spoke with composure, "I granted you permission to visit me, not the freedom to depart."
"This is my Salle de Bal Brise, not your home. You can't come and go as you please."
Though Lumian didn't intentionally use Provocation, his demeanor, tone, and message radiated unmistakable disdain, as if he held no fear of their wrath.
Rayan, his expression unchanged, narrowed his eyes, turned away, and continued his stride toward the staircase, completely disregarding Lumian's words.
Joseph, with brown hair and eyes to match, glanced at Lumian, then at Rayan. His gaze flickered, but he made no move to stop him.
