"Let's go."
Aeliana arched a brow, her smirk still lingering. "To where?"
Lucavion exhaled, rolling his shoulders with exaggerated laziness. "I don't know."
Aeliana let out a quiet chuckle. "Heh…"
And that was when she knew—
She had won.
But as she watched him, something else caught her attention.
Lucavion had always dressed simply. She had noticed it before, but now, after all the time they had spent in the clothing vendor, it became even clearer. His current outfit was well-made, but it was plain—functional, easy to move in, but lacking any thought for style.
It made sense. He was an adventurer, always on the move, and practicality would naturally come first.
But at the same time—
Would it really be so bad if he put in just a little effort?
Aeliana's gaze flickered across the market, and then—
She saw it.
A vendor a short distance away, displaying finely tailored coats and structured tunics, a stark contrast to the rugged, travel-worn attire Lucavion usually wore.
