"Are you sure about this, Ria?" Arastia spoke with a stunned tone of voice. "You want to sell this priceless information to the Blood Humanist Sect?"
"Of course," Ria replied with a smile. "You're my aunt, so I want to support you."
"I'm your aunt too, Ria," Ru remarked, sitting next to Arastia on the couch in the Vargard Royal Palace.
"That's why you're here, Aunt Ru," Ria turned towards her less-likeable aunt with furrowed eyebrows.
"Yes, but I'm here representing the Kandrian Empire, not myself," Ru put on an expression of sadness. "I feel so bad that my niece doesn't want to support me personally."
"You're a member of the royal family. What benefits the Kandrian Empire benefits you too, Aunty."
"But it still lacks the personal touch that it does with my runaway half-sister here," Ru huffed a sigh.
Arastia turned to glare at her half-sister. "I'm not a runaway, 'sister.'"
