Lily then turned her gaze toward the woman standing beside Michael. The lady's presence was impossible to ignore.
"Um…" Lily began softly, tilting her head slightly. "Who is this?"
Yola answered before Michael could speak, a gentle smile touching her lips. "I'm his teacher," she said, her tone warm and polite.
Lily blinked, her eyes widening slightly in realization. Now that she looked closer, the matching robes they wore made sense. It was an unusual sight in modern society. Yet on the two of them, it didn't look out of place. If anything, it gave off a noble, almost regal air.
For a brief moment, Lily felt a quiet awe. The woman before her didn't seem like a regular instructor. There was a grace and quiet authority in her movements.
"I see…" Lily murmured, bowing her head slightly out of respect. "Thank you for coming with my brother."
Yola smiled faintly, her gaze softening. "It's no trouble," she said. "He seemed worried, so it was only natural to help."
