Aveline couldn't get who this man was or what he wanted.
And then, when Aveline thought she was going to get torn apart by this man, a sound broke the situation.
Knock. Knock.
The sound echoed through the room.
Both of them turned toward the door.
Aveline's eyes widened in surprise and slightly in relief when she saw Aelion standing there, a little panicked as he peeked in.
The silver-haired man looked between them once before his expression shifted into something deeply resigned, as though he had expected this exact disaster.
The old man immediately released Aveline's wrist and stomped toward the door, grumbling incoherently beneath his breath.
Aveline quickly rubbed her aching arm and inhaled sharply.
That hurt. Very much.
Meanwhile, Aelion began speaking calmly to the old man, though Aveline quickly realized the conversation made absolutely no sense.
"You people from the Sylvaster family are all insufferable!" the old man barked.
