Chapter 21: Confused Feelings
The palace corridors were silent, lit only by the soft glow of mana stones embedded in the pale marble walls. The night was calm, but amid the noble quiet of that residential wing, hurried and determined footsteps broke the steady rhythm of the place.
Sofia was pulling Aziz firmly by the arm. Her little face was sulking, cheeks still slightly puffed, betraying the unresolved jealousy she’d been carrying since the restaurant. She walked decisively, without saying a word, dragging the boy deeper into the palace as if she had a clear destination—even if she didn’t.
Aziz didn’t resist. He allowed himself to be led with his usual calm, though a faint, ironic smile rested on his lips. His eyes seemed to silently enjoy the girl’s stubborn childishness.
Then, as they rounded one of the main corridors, an elegant figure appeared ahead. Her walk was light and graceful, long red hair gleaming under the magical lights. Her astute yet affectionate gaze revealed who she was, even before she spoke.
"Oh my... what do we have here?" Lady Stella said in a serene, curious tone, crossing her arms as she watched the two approach. "Sofia, my dear, how was your day? Did you have fun?"
Sofia didn’t slow down. She passed Stella without replying, not even glancing at her directly. She merely cast a sidelong look, snorted audibly with her cheeks still puffed out, and strode on, pulling Aziz more firmly than before.
The fox-governess raised an eyebrow, surprised and somewhat intrigued.
Aziz, meanwhile, briefly turned toward Stella while still being dragged by the girl. His gaze held a playful sparkle, and his ironic smile spoke louder than any words ever could.
"Good evening, Lady Stella," he said in a playful whisper, before disappearing down the corridor, carried away by the determined girl.
Stella watched them vanish from sight. Her expression now wore a slight frown. She touched her chin, thoughtful, with one of her long, well-manicured nails.
"But what... was that?"