Silas Valerius was caught in his thoughts, but he kept a warm smile on his face: "Young Master, you're overthinking it. The Clan Leader simply hasn't seen you for a while and misses you dearly. Plus, something has indeed happened in the clan, so you need to return."
"Heh."
Mael Valerius let out a cold laugh. He didn't believe a single word—he knew all too well the old man's usual tricks, how could he not?
"Uncle, go tell the old man I won't be returning to The Dragon Clan for now."
"This…"
Silas Valerius looked awkward. "Young Master, the Clan Leader specifically asked…"
"That's enough."
Mael Valerius impatiently cut him off. "If the old man really had something urgent, he'd have let you tell me about it—not call me back without a word."
Luna Sutton sensed the atmosphere turning strange and gently tugged Mael Valerius's sleeve. "How about…you go back for a bit first?"
"Luna!"
Mael's dark golden eyes flashed with hurt. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"That's not it…"
