"Lyndon."
Raven's chilling voice had frozen the air. That was the cue that sealed Lyndon's mouth. Terrance clicked his tongue under his breath. This time, it might not be enough with just another 20 rounds.
"They don't take up much time to make. If you don't mind, would you like me to make some for you now?"
"Really?"
"…Lyndon."
This time, words weren't the only ones that flew across. They were accompanied by his icy-cold gaze as well, which had made Lyndon feel extremely threatened.
"But of course, only if you'll give the best ones exclusively to the Duke first."
Raven's eyes were wide open at Seraphina's words. His icy-cold gaze melted away immediately in response to her unexpected reply.
"Of course!"
"Then, if you'll excuse me, I'll go and prepare the dessert."
"…please."
"Yes, sure."
Seraphina flashed a radiant smile that resembled the fresh spring.
