After exiting from the room, Alex stepped out into the corridor.
A calm voice came from the side. "Do you finally have the time to talk now?"
Alex turned toward the source and smiled. "For beauties like you, I always do."
He added after a beat, "Even if you're old as hell."
Alyssa Vega was standing in front of him.
A mother figure to Alex, she carried a mature, graceful beauty. Her long dark hair, swas tied into a loose ponytail that fell over one shoulder.
She wore simple casual clothes—a cream blouse tucked into dark trousers, a light cardigan draped over her shoulders, boots laced neatly. No jewelry, no makeup—just quiet elegance.
But her expression was deadly serious.
As if she was here to commit a murder.
"Can we talk outside," she said flatly.
Alex's breath hitched. He could only nod, unable to deny her.
They walked out of the royal elven palace and into the garden. Moonlight and lights lit the stone paths, flowers rustling softly in the night breeze.
