His expression just now… do you think he saw through our disguise?
Outwardly, Esmeralda remained perfectly composed. Her posture was elegant, her hands folded neatly atop the table, her red lips curved into a faint, pleasant smile. To anyone watching, she looked like nothing more than a refined daughter accompanying her mother.
Ophelia did not move.
Her fingers lightly traced the rim of the empty glass before her, her expression warm and composed. Not a single muscle betrayed that she had received a message.
It is very unlikely, Ophelia replied through the same mental channel, her tone calm and controlled. The artefacts we are wearing are Divine-grade. Even most Saint-ranked mages would not be able to perceive through them. Unless he possesses something of equal or higher authority, he should see nothing.
Her eyes lingered briefly on Elion's face.
Perhaps it was a coincidence. Or youthful nerves. Let us not jump to conclusions yet.
