Chapter 513 – Diplomacy
The milk was warm. Soft. Comforting.
He took a sip, then leaned back slightly. Calm. Casual. Relaxed enough to unsettle someone used to diplomacy, not dinner parties.
The servants, led by Lyra, arrived with practiced grace. They placed the appetizers in front of each guest—colorful bites of roasted lotus root, caramel-glazed starfruit, warm puffs of truffle air bread, and a delicate cucumber blossom soup that shimmered faintly with gold leaf.
No meat. No blood. No aphrodisiacs. No war food.
Lullaby called it 'Celestial Safe Mode.' Vegan, sweet, diplomatic.
The air smelled like chamomile and almond milk, mixed with incense designed to calm high-mana individuals.
Naomi fidgeted.
Rava was calm but observant, her eyes constantly shifting between Solara and Selena.
Lullaby sipped her drink with both hands, completely oblivious to the tension in the air. Or maybe pretended not to be.
Sira?
She hadn't even touched her food.
The silence lingered too long.
