Owen glanced at her speechlessly with his mouth slightly open.
Then he placed a hand on his chest dramatically.
"...That hurts," he said, feigning pain. "How could you say that?!"
Lyra's eyebrows twitched immediately.
"You killed my pet!"
Owen looked at her, pressing his lips together for a moment as if contemplating.
Then he shrugged.
"Nobody forced you to participate," he said innocently. "Besides, won't the organizers revive it anyway?"
Lyra's face immediately began turning red.
She pointed her finger at him, trembling slightly.
"You… you…"
For the first time, it looked like she wasn't even sure what to say.
Owen's smirk widened, a chuckle escaping his mouth.
Theo looked between the two of them before quietly shaking his head.
'They're definitely going to keep doing this whenever they meet, huh.'
Before either of them could continue, footsteps echoed through the corridor.
A female staff member quickly approached the group, slightly out of breath.
