"Come, sit here, Marquess," Billie said as she entered the room, which bore a striking resemblance to a study or an office, characterized by the arrangement of a desk and a sofa positioned in the center.
She took a seat and then tapped the spot beside her, gesturing towards Avendial.
"...by the way, are you an Evolver?"
As he moved towards the sofa where Billie sat, Avendial decided it was prudent to confirm his suspicion—this woman seemed powerful enough to be one.
"What? Of course not! How could I be?" Billie suddenly replied, her expression shifting at Marquess' comment.
A flicker of hope ignited in her eyes as he prepared to sit beside her.
However, she couldn't ignore the contemptuous look from her sister, which prompted her to smile.
"...."
