Arden flinched, his shoulders tightening. He clearly didn't want to talk, but Garion wasn't the type to let things slide.
Garion let out a long sigh and crossed his arms.
"You've been acting strange lately. Dahlia says it's been a month already. So talk to me. What's going on?"
Arden shook his head. "It's nothing, Master. I'm fine."
Garion frowned. "You're lying. I can hear it in your tone."
Arden stayed silent for a few seconds before quietly asking. "Master… do you know my full name?"
Garion raised an eyebrow. "Your full name? Of course, it's..."
He stopped, realizing he didn't actually know.
Arden frowned bitterly. "Arden… Avenora."
Garion blinked, stunned. "Wait... Avenora? As in the Avenora Clan?"
Arden nodded slowly.
Garion laughed. "No wonder! I was wondering why you look so damn handsome and a bit too elegant for a fighter."
He flicked his finger. "It all makes sense now. You're from the clan of beautiful ladies!"
