The person who entered was Ophelia, but she wasn't alone. Glimora was in her hands, and the little white beast seemed to be eating a fruit, a gift from Ophelia herself.
Well, she was eating the fruit happily, chewing with her tiny mouth moving up and down, eyes squinting in pure delight. That was until she suddenly sensed her nemesis. Slowly, the little beast paused mid-bite, her joy freezing in place.
Zyran, who had been sitting leisurely on one of the newly made wooden tables, gently got up.
Ophelia noticed the sudden change in the air. She looked down at Glimora, confused. Just moments ago, the cute fluffball had been perfectly happy, munching away, but now she looked tense, almost murderous. Ophelia's brows knitted as she followed Glimora's eyes, only to find those bright blue eyes locked on one person—Zyran.
