Lucian's head was reeling.
First Myra... now Elira.
He shook his head hard, shoving the confusion aside.
Not now... I'll think about it later.
Pushing himself off the ground, he got back to his feet.
Elira, who had been standing a few meters back, sidled up until she was shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Her voice remained its usual, detached flat tone as she spoke.
"Lucian... it seems the time has finally come for you to face your 'hidden master' head-on."
Her eyes lingered on Lucian's face for two seconds. Waiting for him to react.
though Lucian just stood there with an expression dark and unreadable.
For a few seconds, he said nothing. Then, staring at Myra, he murmured:
"She... is not my master."
What do you mean?" Elira asked, her brow shifting ever so slightly.
"Hmm… Myra, her hands... I know her hands could never be this cold. This... thing — it's not her."
Elira's face remained blank for a moment, her gaze fixed on him with a strange expression.
