"F-Father, you can't seriously believe the bullshit this man's spewing! Everything he's saying is a goddamn lie! There's no way something like that even exists!"
The Prince's voice cracked slightly, frustration boiling beneath his words. His face was flushed, veins bulging faintly along his neck. He was visibly furious, like a fire had just been thrown into a pile of dry straw.
"But they do, son," Lionel said calmly, his voice steady, almost disarming in its quiet confidence. His lips curved into a knowing smile, the kind that carried weight—like a man who had seen things beyond comprehension. "I think I already told you this, Reilhahand… I've seen it myself—a woman made entirely of metal. That's not a tale or a hallucination. That's the truth. And you know damn well I wouldn't lie to you."
The room fell silent for a moment. The tension thickened like heavy smoke clinging to the air. Reilhahand's brows furrowed, his tail twitching behind him as he processed the statement.
