In a lively corner of the dazzling Main Hall banquet, Landry fixed his gaze on the two young girls.
Ursula, normally domineering and arrogant, now appeared astonishingly vulnerable. Even the gentle Elsa seemed more resilient than her.
As he observed her, Lanci's mind wandered back to the moment he first encountered Ursula.
Ursula had once tried to give him trouble in class, but his solid expertise won over the students' trust, leaving her no choice.
At that time, she wasn't the jittery, fretful figure she was now—like a frightened bird.
Not far away, the air around the Ninth Army God Purple Crystal Ryan grew dense and frigid.
"May I ask, what business do you have with my sister?"
Marquis Ryan stared at Lanci and questioned directly.
The mere aura emanating from the Army God weakened the knees of the surrounding aristocrats, prompting them to instinctively withdraw as though escaping.
