His words suddenly stopped, and at the same moment, the chatting pact heads all turned to look in their direction.
Helen and Seraphina also quickly sensed something was amiss. This man, always polite and composed, was now staring blankly at Ansel, inexplicably caught in some emotion due to his own words.
How could a divine species lack such self-control?
"..."
Helen silently observed the oddity in Flamelle, striving to connect the dots with the information at hand, yet unable to draw any useful conclusions.
Father's peculiarity ... and Mr. Flamelle's peculiarity, what exactly is the connection between the two?
"Ah, that's right, there's something I forgot to tell you, Ans."
Flamelle, having regained his composure, smiled, his demeanor as nonchalant as if nothing had happened:
