"Seriously, just where did he get that kind of behaviour from?"
Those words slipped from the silver-haired young man's lips along with a soft sigh as he took a sip of his wine, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face at the taste.
He, Arthur Vaughn, the Progenitor of godslayers, set his glass down on the table right after, then lifted his gaze to meet the hazel-brown eyes of the woman sitting across from him.
The EOTD hadn't lied to Evan.
Arthur really had been in the middle of a conversation with Beatrix at the time, and he had sensed EOTD pointing and told him to stop.
What Evan had seen wasn't a lie or an illusion, even though Arthur didn't look much different from the last time they'd seen one another, despite the 10,000-year gap.
Of course, even though Arthur still looked like he hadn't aged a day past 18, Evan knew that was only because the godslayer had halted his ageing on his 18th birthday.
