Standing beside her was an unfamiliar elven man with a kind, serene face.
He watched her with quiet affection.
It was obvious: Seraphina was happy now, truly.
"Morin," came another voice.
"Nyx."
"Give me material."
"…Huh?"
His sister Nyx was… unique.
A novelist by trade, she loved collecting stories—whether it was how their parents fell in love, tales from the mansion, or tidbits from the lives of their siblings.
And she turned them into popular books.
Outside of her research, though, she was very much a shut-in.
"Material, you say?"
"You're staying in the Republic of Mara now, aren't you? And that man with you—he's a total demon heartthrob, isn't he?"
Nyx, Morin's sister, pointed straight at Malvis as she spoke.
The rest of the siblings turned their eyes toward him as well.
Malvis took a slight step back.
While these were Morin's siblings, for Malvis, they were complete strangers.
Maybe he was scared… or just tense.
