"Very well…" Lioness said with a faint grin, raising his cup again before returning to his drinking contest with Veldrac, while Garius remained steady at his side.
Garius's sharp eyes followed Felicia's movement for only a moment before he gave a small signal with his hand. The battle maids stationed along the wall bowed instantly, stepping forward.
"Escort her to the guest room," Garius commanded.
"Yes, my lord." The maids moved with silent precision.
Felicia turned slightly, her posture still refined, her voice soft yet firm.
"Ah… thank you for the concern, Lord Garius, but there is no need. I already have my own escort—"
Before she could finish, Lioness's voice cut through, carrying a father's authority.
"Just go with it, Felicia. We are guests in Garius's household today."
Felicia's lips pressed into the faintest line. After a pause, she lowered her gaze politely.
"...As you wish, Father."
