OF COURSE, Winter loathed the woman who made his mother suffer.
Although he wanted to hide his hostility, it didn't work.
And Julian, his quick-witted brother, immediately caught on.
"What's wrong, Winter? Do you know Lady Morgana?"
To be honest, Winter had such loose lips because he wasn't sure what he was allowed to say or not.
Moreover, he wasn't good at lying.
No, actually, he just hated lying to his family.
And, so…
"I wouldn't say that I know Lucina Morgana on a personal level," Winter said, frowning. "Her name just sounds like it belongs to someone I wouldn't like."
"Ah, so you know her," Julian said bluntly, seeing through Winter's weak lie. "And, based on your reaction, it doesn't seem like you're fond of Lady Morgana. Since you're not the type of person to hate other people without a reason, then I assume Lady Morgana is someone we should be wary of."
As expected of his smart older brother.
