"This ring… it carries the soul of our founder and I know you can see him too…"
Lyra said, her voice heavy as I widened my eyes just enough to avoid looking suspicious.
"What are you talking about, Lyra…?"
"You don't need to act anymore. I know you see the old man behind me as well and don't worry, he isn't some resentful spirit or ghost, he is actually Romen Von Ashborn, or as many people know him, the founder of our family."
Lyra stared straight into my eyes, completely serious.
"You think you're smart enough to fool me but you bastard, I'm your elder sister. Did you really think I wouldn't see through your act? Trying to make it seem like you didn't notice him…"
She continued, a smirk forming on her face.
"But the way you kept peeking at him was enough for us to know otherwise."
"So… he really is the founder. I suspected as much from the way he spoke and his features."
I acted surprised.
