Eridith was thoroughly enjoying the lavish spread prepared by the skilled chefs of the Armand household. She tore into the perfectly cooked meat with enthusiasm, her human form struggling to maintain some grace as she devoured her meal.
Francesca, seated beside her, watched with a calm but calculating expression. Meanwhile, Garius sat at the head of the grand dining table, quietly sipping his wine, clearly lost in thought.
"Dear..." Francesca began, her tone deceptively gentle.
"Yes?" Garius replied, glancing up from his cup cautiously.
"It's best for you to fulfill all the promises you made to the girls you swore yourself to," Francesca said, her voice firm.
Garius tensed, setting his glass down. "But—"
"No buts!" Francesca interrupted sharply, fixing him with a piercing stare. "First, there's Duke Nyxara, now Eridith—and let's not forget the other two."
