Mel watched as Lila glared up at the smirking Rosana, emerald eyes squinting as her lips pressed tight together, as if to hold back every swear she could imagine.
Chatters flowed idly around them, the Holy Knights shifting their glances at Mel before darting back at the Royal Knights.
Last night's order from the Saintess was clear: No interruption to Mel and her companions, especially Lila.
"Oh. Forgive my manners." The Heiress's eyes smiled. "I'm merely too amused by how you seemed to have grown more vigilant for your Master."
"You just refused to put it kindly, huh?"
"Have you ever seen a hunter regard her prize kindly?"
Rosana stared back at Mel, possessiveness stirring in her chest. "Same thing. I'm never generous with my time, manners, or efforts."
Mel's expression gleamed a little, keenly aware of the playful implication behind the Heiress's words.
