Lucius smirked as the two sisters glared at each other, waiting for him to decide.
He let the silence stretch a little longer, just to make them squirm.
Then, without warning, he raised his hand and pointed.
Straight at Luna.
"It's your turn."
Luna blinked. Her lips parted slightly. "…What?"
Loreia burst out laughing. "Oh this is beautiful."
Luna turned to Lucius, frowning hard. "Why me, Master?"
Lucius didn't stop smiling. "Seniority."
He walked toward her, casually placing a hand on her shoulder.
"You've been with me the longest. You were there when we were still in the previous world."
"You and Liora—you're my two blades. Liora's already Divine-tier. It's time for you to match her."
Luna's brow twitched.
"I've already done everything you asked. I've won battles without fighting. I've silenced nobles with a sentence. I—"
Lucius raised one finger, cutting her off.
"And that's exactly why you're going first. You're the leader of this castle when I'm not speaking."
