Celeste Grant's gaze fell on Javier Sinclair's face, and she couldn't help but start laughing.
"Heh heh."
Seeing her laugh, Javier Sinclair looked up at her, confused. He glanced at his daughter, then back to Celeste, whispering, "My dear, what are you laughing about?"
Celeste Grant said, "There's something on your face."
"Me?" Javier Sinclair froze. "What is it? Is it dirty? Impossible." 'How could there be anything on my face?'
She looked up at him, reaching out to touch his face, and said with a soft chuckle, "It's not dirty."
Javier Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then what else could be on my face?"
"There is something, really." Before he could speak, Celeste Grant continued, "I see gentleness on your face, and the tenderness of a doting father. You look like a man with a family in tow now. It doesn't match your identity as the Archfiend."
