Carly glanced at Count Sanaxis, who had stopped shaking the grape beneath him, and slightly raised her chin.
"Tsk, that little gourd of yours... it wouldn't even make a decent flower pot," Count Sanaxis muttered under his breath, his tone filled with a rough disdain.
Carly was about to say something, but Lucien stopped her with his hand. He looked at Count Sanaxis, who was venting his emotions on the grape beneath him, and his eyes reflected a contemplative expression.
"Sanaxis, how much do you know about witch rituals?" Lucien placed a new grape beside Count Sanaxis.
"Just... a little bit."
Count Sanaxis's voice became leisurely as he gently swayed the grape beneath him, as though it were his personal rocking chair. However, when Lucien wasn't looking, he shot a glance at Carly, his eyes smug and even a bit provocative.
