"...Lady Elinor, your visit has brightened my day and lit up the entire planet, I am truly honored."
Caesar's words were poised like a sword in its sheath—polite on the surface, but honed just beneath.
"Hehe~"
Elinor pivoted gracefully, turning her entire body toward him. Her movement was feline—fluid and full of intent. She gently bit the tip of her index finger in mock flirtation.
"A simple smile would've convinced me."
A faint smile—barely more than a twitch—formed on Caesar's lips.
"When one watches battlefields burn and inhales the scent of death daily, the eye loses its taste for beauty the moment it finds it. That's all, my lady."
Tap... tap...
Her heels echoed against the floor as she slowly circled him, her tails drifting behind her like trails of firelight through fog.
"Fascinating..." she said softly.
"No fear... no awe... I sense only irritation. As if my presence is an inconvenience you're forced to tolerate."
