We were seated across from each other, the table between us feeling less like furniture and more like a line drawn in the sand. The room was quiet. The kind of quiet where you could hear the faint clink of porcelain and the soft rustle of fabric when someone shifted in their seat. It still carried the lingering warmth of what had happened earlier, though neither of us acknowledged it directly. The air felt heavier for it.
"That's right," Lilia said, lifting her teacup with deliberate calm. "I'm surprised you even heard about this. We never disclosed it to anyone. Only a handful of Magic Knights, myself, Veronica, the Princess, and the Queen knew."
She took a sip, then paused mid-motion. Her brows knit together ever so slightly. "It's gone tepid," she muttered, lowering the cup just enough to glare at me over the rim. "This is your fault…"
