Chapter 379 - 378. Huge Screw Up (3)
After Davian slash Levi was introduced, we all began making our way toward the Temple. The gravel path beneath our feet crunched faintly with every step, the towering structure of the Temple looming in the distance like a quiet sentinel.
As we walked behind the ladies, Davian leaned slightly toward me, his voice lowered enough that only I could hear, "Why are you with the ladies of the Duke’s household?"
His tone held no malice, just quiet curiosity laced with an undertone I couldn’t quite place.
"I’m living in their house, so why not?" I replied lightly, offering a casual smile.
He didn’t respond immediately. I could feel his gaze studying me from the corner of my eye—calculating, as if weighing my words against something only he knew.
Lyall walked silently on my other side, his usual composed presence offering quiet reassurance.
We stepped through the grand archway into the Temple, where the air immediately grew still, heavy with incense and the hum of something ancient. The marble floor echoed beneath our boots, and pillars lined the vast hall like sentries carved in stone. Majestic statues of Dragons stood between them—some coiled in protective poses, others with wings unfurled as if frozen mid-flight—each carved with breathtaking detail that seemed to watch over the Temple in silent reverence. The ladies gracefully approached the altar, their footsteps soft as whispers.
A middle-aged Priest in ceremonial robes turned and bowed respectfully, first to the ladies, then to Davian and me.
Beatrice adjusted the white lace veil delicately over Anastasia’s head, her fingers moving with practiced gentleness and both women turned to look at me.
"Let us go ahead and pray, Lord Ace," Beatrice said with a serene smile.
I nodded, returning her smile and gesturing for them to proceed. "Please."