Nazia chortled at the way Xion squirmed under her gaze. It was delightful to see that His Grace's efforts hadn't been in vain after all.
Somehow, the Archduke's emotions had miraculously begun to bear fruit. It was something no one had truly expected to happen.
Given the long-standing tradition of singleness within the archducal castle, most had written off Allen's research on love as a hopeful fantasy at best.
Including the knight commander who had been teasing the poor Alchemist.
"If I may say so, Lord Xion, cherish the emotions His Grace has finally begun to show… and only to you. We all assumed they had festered away after your departure."
Her words were far too somber for an evening tea, but Nazia couldn't bear the thought of the Archduke turning into nothing more than a humanoid warrior carved from ice once again.
The last four years had been nothing short of a nightmare for them all.
