"You should, Alia," soone else's voice interjected.
Approaching us with a disdainful deanor, Lykhor Elaryon cast a condescending gaze upon .
"He insulted Sancta Vedelia and derided it, thereby affronting all the esteed higher races of Sancta Vedelia, including the Great Houses and, by extension, the Dolphis House—your House," Lykhor stated with a smirk.
Glancing at Alvara, who continued to dine unaffectedly, I found her indifference perplexing.
"Where are you looking, Half?" Lykhor sneered at . "Those without status should learn their place."
"I would appreciate it if you would stop disrespecting my fiancé, Lykhor."
I widened my eyes in surprise as Elizabeth approached .
"Amael is my fiancé and, consequently, a mber of the Tepes House," she added.
Lykhor shifted his gaze to Elizabeth. "So, you support his earlier statents?"
"I support my fiancé," Elizabeth responded with a stern look.
"The great Elizabeth Tepes, the Cold Witch of Valachia, responsible for countless bloodshed and tears from orphans. Is that really you?" Lykhor asked, accompanied by a suggestive smile.
Though I had heard about it, I knew little, and I couldn't inquire further from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth narrowed her crimson eyes. "Do you want to verify it, Lykhor?"
As vertical slits materialized in her pupils, an involuntary shiver ran down my arms. It was a murderous aura I had only experienced once…when I t for the first ti my Third Legacy.
Concerned by Elizabeth's unsettling behavior, I noticed Alvara's eyes widen in excitent. Lykhor wore a wide smile, while Adrian, with a smirk, braced himself for sothing. However, it was Alia's pale and anxious face that caught my attention.
I didn't like this.
I seized Elizabeth's arm and pulled her behind .
"Will you cease bullying my fiancé, you prideless elf?" I said, fixing a cold stare on Lykhor.
Lykhor's smile vanished instantly.
Those elves and their pitiful pride, a comical pair.
"Lykhor!" Alia's voice rang out as Lykhor prepared to attack .
"Move away," Lykhor scoffed, waving his hand dismissively at Alia, but—
His hand was abruptly seized by John, who had positioned himself in front of Alia.
"You heard Edward. Bastardly, pathetic, prideless elf," John sneered at Lykhor. I don't know what happened between them but John certainly hated Lykhor a lot.
"Get your filthy hands off , Half," Lykhor's voice turned deathly cold.
Adrian narrowed his eyes at , and a circle began to form around his arm.
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