Zeus stood still, a thoughtful silence filling the space between them. His gaze shifted to Roxana, his eyes sharp yet filled with curiosity. He waited for a moment, then spoke, his tone calm, though a flicker of concern danced in his voice. "Where is Lucy?"
Roxana's lips curled into a playful smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement as though she had been waiting for him to ask. "She's in the arena, fighting."
Zeus's brow furrowed in confusion, his surprise evident in the slight rise of his voice. "Fighting? What for?"
Roxana chuckled softly, crossing her arms over her chest, her tone dripping with mockery as she tilted her head to the side. "Don't tell me you don't know," she said, her smirk widening, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Lucy isn't just a beautiful girl, you know. She's a genius—one of the best in the academy. A lot of people are quite taken by her... and, well, you know how it goes." Roxana waved her hand dismissively as if the situation was all too predictable.
