Jolthar leaned back in his chair; he watched the red-robed men who stood near Liliana and Lorryll. They were all at least tier 6 or above. And like aura, he could sense the mana flowing around them.
The red-robed figures were unmistakable, their presence exuding an aura of power and authority that made even seasoned warriors cautious.
Though Jolthar hadn't encountered them before, he had heard whispers—rumours that painted them as an elite force of the Naemarys clan, both rare and immensely powerful. But their arrival now, during a feast celebrating the second young master, was an enigma that sparked his curiosity.
And the way Liliana was handling him, Jolthar could tell that he wasn't her man, and he would act the way she wanted. He shook his head, thinking that this world was full of women who played with men like they were toys. And he had encountered a couple of them already.
