Without announcing her visit, Lydia pushed open the door and entered, finding Arc at the center, seated on a purple cushion.
"Ah!?"
Arc was dressed in a silk dark green robe. If it weren't for the color of his robe, he practically looked no different than Davis, but he lacked the sharpness of the brows and the enigmatic look of his father's. His face now bloomed with anger, but, seeing it was little Lydia, he calmed and shook his head.
"Lydia, how many times have I told you to announce your visit first?"
"Can't do, shishi~"
Lydia ran to him and threw herself at him, hugging him from the side, "Big brother! I love you so much. Why didn't you come outside?"
"Hurhur," Arc chortled as he resigned himself to Lydia's antics, "How can I go out after crippling my immortal foundation? I don't dare show my face for fear of letting others down when they have helped me so much."
"So you really did it?"
Lydia took a step back, her amethyst eyes gleaming with a strange look.
