"Liana… I love you," Javier whispered softly through the mana talkie, his voice quiet but steady.
Liana's lips trembled slightly, a warm smile spreading across her face.
"I love you too, young master," she whispered back, her voice soft as the moonlight pouring into her room.
A peaceful silence stretched between them, until Javier's voice returned, gentle but firm.
"Focus on your training, Liana."
"…Okay, young master," she responded obediently, though her voice betrayed her longing. "I will."
From beside her, a blanket rustled slightly.
"Liana…?" Gloria's sleepy voice mumbled, her hand reaching out blindly as she stirred beneath the sheets. "Who are you talking to…?"
Liana turned her head, caught between affection and panic. "Young master…"
At the sound of his name, Gloria's eyes blinked open instantly.
"Ara~ let me chat with him too," Gloria said, now fully awake, her hand reaching out.
"Ah—Gloria! Don't just snatch it—"
