(Author's POV)
"Where have you been, Dion Everests?" Alaric questioned, his voice laced with sharp sternness as he bored his eyes at his younger brother.
Dion walked inside casually, a hint of lazy elegance in his stride as he settled down on the couch leisurely. "I was at Red Stone University." He knew Alaric must have already known about his visit there, so he didn't try to lie or conceal it.
"What for?" Alaric, who was seated on the opposite side, leaned forward and interlocked his fingers, his eyes never leaving Dion.
"Ohh~ nothing. They approached me to give a special lecture to the Fine Arts Department," he answered casually, without any hitch or hesitation.
Alaric observed Dion's expression as he asked. "Why the sudden interest? You never do stuff like that." He knew how masterful Dion was and how skillful he was at deception.
