"Th… thank you."
Elizabeth nodded with a gentle smile.
"You're an amazing person."
'Amazing, huh?' Azel thought as the girl walked away.
Was he really one?
Somehow, it didn't feel right being called that.
He sighed and turned toward the staircase, only to see another figure descending.
Well, "descending" was a generous term — the man was stumbling more than walking, like a drunk trying to stay upright.
"Hello!" the newcomer greeted with a dramatic wave.
He wore long, flowing robes embroidered with golden threads that glowed under the mansion's lights.
The man's clothing practically screamed "noble."
"You must be Azel Thorne," he said grandly. "Naelia has told me so much about you."
"I don't talk about Azel!" Naelia quickly protested, cheeks pink. "Or do I?"
"How interesting." The man reached the bottom of the stairs, his purple hair shining under the chandelier.
