Mabel appeared beside Adams in a flash of light, her soft features framed by flowing golden locks, her expression calm but faintly exasperated. She crossed her arms as she gazed down at Eren, Lucien, and the stunned crowd in the arena. The faint hum of divine energy around her presence caused the air to shift subtly, but Mabel's focus was singular, her emerald-green eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on Lucien.
"What is this one rambling about now?" she asked, her voice carrying effortlessly despite its conversational tone. "And old? Barely even fifty, if you must know." Her expression betrayed a flicker of irritation, though she seemed more amused than offended.
