"Othveil, what are you hiding for? Such bad manners! Come over and greet Master Owen."
The Old Chief's voice called out, causing Othveil's face to turn pale as she reluctantly stepped out from behind the corner.
"Grandpa..."
"Hurry up and come over."
Seeing the Old Chief beckon, Othveil didn't dare delay. She quickly walked forward, respectfully greeted the Old Chief, and then stole a glance at Owen.
"O... Master Owen, hello."
"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Owen smiled, and Othveil's cheeks flushed red as she shyly averted her gaze.
"Now that you're here, Othveil, I'll leave the task of entertaining Master Owen to you. Don't slack off. Master Owen is our honored guest and also your grandfather's."
"I understand, Grandfather."
Othveil nodded, sneaking another glance at Owen.
His features were striking, with bright eyes and sharp brows.
