With a faint gesture, the door swung open, revealing Myria's cold, expressionless face.
"Oh my, oh my, we have a guest already. Come in, Princess!" Bella greeted with a faintly teasing smile.
Myria frowned but ignored Bella's jab, much like she had done the last time. Without a word, she strode into the room, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.
Her eyes betrayed a mixture of hesitation and wariness, yet it was clear that her growing curiosity had driven her to this moment.
"What can I do for you, Princess?" Aengus asked calmly, seated comfortably on the bed. Though his tone was inquiring, it was clear he already knew why she had come.
Myria's gaze flickered between Bella and Aengus before she spoke, "Zytherion, right?"
Aengus's expression didn't waver, but his tone grew firm as he replied, "No. It should be 'Your Highness' to you."
