"What exactly is going on?"
Looking at their demeanour and attire, it was painfully clear that they were from the slums.
Lugh would know—he had once spent some time there himself, no matter how brief. The signs were unmistakable.
Selaphiel glanced at him, then back at them.
She spoke.
"You don't have to worry. This is not something you should get involved in."
"Get involved?"
Lugh's expression darkened.
Selaphiel repeated calmly,
"Like I said, it's not really something that concerns you. There's no need to interfere."
Lugh shot her a dubious look. She sighed, folding her arms.
"We're not using them for experiments, neither are we going to endanger their lives. Are you happy now?"
Lugh nodded, though his frown remained.
Then he changed the topic.
"Hey, what does it mean when mages have dreams?"
Isolde and Selaphiel exchanged a brief look, puzzled.
Isolde was the first to respond.
