Transmigrated as My Support Mage Avatar

Zeon casually took another bite of his food, eyes still closed, smiling calmly. "So... are you really going to fight your father, Dila?"

Dila froze, her expression tightening. Slowly, her face darkened as if the sun inside her had died. She clenched her fist against the table. "How did you know? You weren’t there when I said that to him."

Zeon chuckled, voice smooth and irritatingly casual. "So rude. But I did see your little snuggle session with the king. So lovey-dovey."

Dila’s entire body twitched. Her voice cracked. "Shut. Up."

Zeon kept smiling, speaking like nothing happened. "Oh? Angry now?"

He calmly sliced another bite from his food and ate slowly, eyes still closed, radiating calm.

Fran, sitting beside Dila, tried to focus on eating her fish breakfast, though her ears flicked nervously. She refused to get involved.

Meanwhile, Zeon’s thoughts ran silently as he ate: Although her power awakened during that carriage incident... I’m not sure if that was real or just luck. She’s too raw. Too unstable. This isn’t good. But... let’s not judge too soon.

He let out a soft breath and smiled slightly to himself.

"Still," Zeon said aloud, "it’ll be entertaining to watch you Dila, to know how it unfold." then he chuckled.

Dila twitched harder.

Damn it, Nari, she said in her mind. I’m going to kill him.