"Actually, you didn't have to come back."
In the dark room with only one single oil lamp, Vincent, who had aged visibly, looked at Blour with a complex expression.
"You knew I would come back," Blour replied calmly.
The room was plunged into silence as the light of the oil lamp danced weakly.
Vincent worriedly said, "The Baibilly Family was plunged into danger like never before. Elliot wants to destroy the betrothal between you and Sally, and he's prepared to destroy the whole Baibilly Family to achieve that. Our only hope now is for you to maintain your betrothal with Sally and then marry her."
"You said exactly the same thing when you made me agree to this betrothal." Blour curled his lips into a sneer.
Vincent looked at Blour. He opened his mouth and closed it after his throat moved a little. He sighed with a downcast expression.
"You should know about the Night Elves, right?" Blour asked.
