The lady bowed as she arrived before Lindarion and Melion.
"Welcome, members of the Sunblade royal family. It is an honor to have you visit our institution."
Her voice was warm—like freshly baked pastries—as she smiled at Lindarion.
And… were her eyes sparkling just now?
Melion flashed her a devilish grin. The woman suddenly cleared her throat, straightened her posture, and composed herself.
'??'
Lindarion's thoughts swirled. Not only had he just learned information he wasn't sure he even wanted to know, but once again, he was surrounded by strange people.
"I am Sylven Vaelora, the head of this institution. It is a pleasure to have you here today."
Her voice wavered slightly as she glanced at Melion, who remained smiling—silently, ominously.
"I only wanted to show my son around. Please continue your work as usual."
Melion's voice was… cold? As if she really didn't like Sylven. No, wait—was that actual hatred in her voice?
'Why, though?'
