Liens and Lucrezia quickly arrived at the meeting site, where many people were already seated around a makeshift conference table. Although they weren't the last to arrive, they were close to it.
Seeing them enter the meeting room, the others nodded in greeting, and a few enthusiastic ones even waved happily at them.
"Over here, over here."
Isabelle waved happily, gesturing.
Of course, she wasn't calling out to Liens, who barely left his room all day, but to the charismatic Lucrezia, who attracted attention wherever she went.
"Excuse me."
Lucrezia quietly said goodbye to Liens, then stepped towards the seat next to Isabelle.
Liens looked at Lucrezia, then at the smiling Isabelle, wondering when their relationship had become so good. Was it the attraction between women of the same age?
Although from her appearance, Isabelle didn't look like a young woman in her twenties; she looked more like a 14 or 15-year-old girl, or even younger.
