"What should we do?"
Once Selaphiel's name appeared in the conversation, the leader became visibly apprehensive.
She pondered for only a few moments before speaking.
"Leave him be. What he's here for isn't any of our business."
"About that,"
The man interrupted.
"He wants to join the procession."
The leader frowned.
"He may not. The best I can do is let him follow us from a distance."
"Alright. I'll let him know."
After that brief exchange, they continued moving, successfully passing through the main gates.
Due to how expansive the manor grounds were, it naturally took quite some time before they reached the main building.
Each turn of the wheel seemed slower than the last, the silence outside thickening.
Waiting for them at the forefront, with a deep scowl on her face, wearing a nightgown and holding a leather belt, was Lugh's stepmother, Isolde.
Lugh blinked when he saw her. His eyes focusing on the belt.
He glanced at her attire properly—
