Marcilla's eyes fell, a shadow crossing her features. "Do you think... he's mad at us...?"
"I don't know exactly what he feels or thinks... It's been a while," Amoria replied, her smile strained as she tried to mask her uncertainty.
"I just know that if he wasn't struggling with everything that happened, he wouldn't have left us and stayed away for so long..."
"Yeah... The poor thing," Marcilla murmured softly with a frown.
"Ara~?" Amoria teased, her voice light and playful.
Marcilla shivered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.
"Y-Y'know what I mean!! Just stop it already!!" she protested, her face glowing red as she covered it with her hands.
Just then, a figure walked through the door gently.
"Ah... Lalyn...!" Amoria called weakly.
"Amoria, I heard you were unwell. How are you feeling?" Lalyn inquired, her voice carrying a slight chill.
Marcilla's expression darkened as she eyed the white-haired dragon tamer.
"...Lalyn." She murmured.
Lalyn's gaze shifted to Marcilla.
"Marcy," she responded coolly.
"It's 'Marcilla' to you, you prick...!" Marcilla snapped, though Amoria tugged at her shirt, her expression begging for patience.
"...Lalyn... I'm so glad you're here..!" Amoria interjected softly, smiling warmly at the tall, smooth-faced Lalyn, who looked remarkably youthful despite nearing her forties.
Lalyn stepped closer, ignoring Marcilla's irritation, and leaned over Amoria's bed.
"It was you who called, Amoria. How could I ignore such a plea?" she said with a relaxed smile, gently brushing Amoria's cheek with her palm.
Amoria leaned into the touch, her cheeks coloring.
"...Tsche, get a room, you two..." Marcilla muttered, dismissively waving her hand.
"Oh? Marcy, you are also welcome to join this... exchange... As much as I'm against it," Lalyn teased with a frosty edge, turning back to Marcilla.
"S-shut up!!" Marcilla retorted, her face flushing as she turned away.
"How's your daughter doing, anyway...?" Marcilla asked, changing the subject.
"She's fine. She's joining the Academy's Senior classes this year, specifically the Summoner's Department," Lalyn responded, her tone warming slightly as she spoke of her child. "And yours?"
"No surprise there. My daughter and Amoria's daughter are also starting at the Royal Academy this year. She'll be in the Warrior Department, while Amoria's will be in the Holy Church's."
"...I see. I'm glad to hear that," Lalyn murmured coldly into Marcilla's ear, causing her to twitch and blush as she stepped back.
"S-Stop that..!!" Marcilla exclaimed, her cheeks reddening. "W-we're not at that age anymore!!"
Amoria couldn't help but giggle at Marcilla's flustered reaction.
"Now... Amoria. I assume you didn't call me here just to catch up. What's the matter?" Lalyn inquired, turning her attention fully to Amoria with a focused gaze.
"It's... Well... Better if I just show you this..." Amoria hesitated slightly before handing over Van's badge.
"Hmm? An old badge... Who does this belong to...?" Lalyn mused quietly as she examined the badge closely.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
