"Do you take me for an idiot?" Lumien couldn't resist rolling his eyes.
"Well, you're not an idiot, but you're definitely still my silly little brother. How could I ever stop worrying about you?"
Then, with a small sigh, she abruptly changed the subject. "Well, I've got only a month left before I leave for the Capital. So, I'd better use that time to teach you how to control your power and share everything I know about the Awakened and other relevant knowledge."
Before Lumien could respond, Azalea leaned forward, and her expression immediately became serious. "Let's start with your power. Show me again—this time, I want to see it more clearly."
...
"Father, we're still two days away from going home, right?" Azalea asked suddenly amidst their family dinner.
Lumien, sitting beside his sister, glanced down at his own plate. The meal before him was the same plain, bland-looking food he had grown accustomed to over the past years.
