"Theron—." Lyra was about to say something when she froze. The sudden appearance of a woman caught her off guard. She hadn't even sensed anything properly.
Messo stood on the edge of the tree branch, and yet it hardly swayed at all. At first glance, one might think that she was just flying in the skies to mitigate her weight. But there wasn't the slightest Mana fluctuation around her either.
It was like… she was forcing the branch to ignore her weight as though she wasn't there at all.
A complete ghost. Untouchable, unknowable.
Theron looked over. "Are you here to arrest me?"
Messo looked Theron up and down in silence for a long while.
"Is this your wife?" Messo finally spoke.
Lyra blushed from head to toe, looking for somewhere, anywhere to look that wasn't here.
Theron chuckled. "That's not the question you want to ask, is it?"
"Actually, it is. Because I'm not sure you understand how important your status is now."
Theron frowned, something clicking in his mind.
