Rather, after witnessing everything between Shiayar and Enola at the dinner party, Silvia had actually already found the answer to that question in her heart.
She just felt a bit envious.
Envious of the blonde girl who could stay by Shiayar's side from start to finish, sharing his sorrow, his laughter.
While she could only stand alone in that cold tower, missing him over and over again.
Shiayar could only maintain silence.
If it had been someone else who had received such adoration from a Throne Level Beastmaster, they would probably have been too elated to contain themselves, eagerly showing their loyalty, devotion, and drawing a clear line with other women.
After all, the easy life laid out before him wasn't just about avoiding decades of detours; it was skipping hundreds of years.
However, Shiayar didn't speak. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Silvia what one might call a 'white lie.'
