Chapter 49 — Her Strange Belongings
A flicker of violet light shone, startling the few maids who rushed inside the Grand Duke’s mansion.
Lucian, Cynthia, and Atlas emerged from the light at the entrance, and the maids sighed in relief. They had feared it might have been an attack.
"You may leave now," Lucian ordered Atlas, who bowed to the couple before hastily retreating to his quarters.
Night had fallen, casting a soft glow over the landscape. Cynthia’s white dress fluttered in the breeze, her silver hair catching the moonlight as she glanced at the taller man beside her.
His silence spoke volumes; she sensed his internal conflict—whether to trust her or not.
Lucian parted his lips to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He had suggested Atlas use the teleportation spell, knowing well the distance between their recent destination and his mansion.
The last thing he wanted was to be alone with Cynthia, especially when he struggled to find the right words.
It was also convenient; this way, he wouldn’t have to justify his trip to the king. Despite Tervland being his motherland, King Valerian would never allow him to wander there before the war, even if he begged to see his mother who lived there.
As they stood in the shadow of the grand mansion, Cynthia turned to him, her gaze steady.
"Shall we go for a walk in the garden?" She suggested with a soft tone, turning towards the path leading the garden.
With a nod, Lucian followed.