Lugh narrowed his eyes, fixing his stare upon them. They both fidgeted slightly under his gaze but made no further movements.
The atmosphere grew tense, like a string stretched just short of snapping.
Then, Lugh sighed.
He had checked through the Mawglass—and apparently, they weren't lying. He actually had no choice but to do this.
Now that he'd been introduced into the noble circle… now that he had survived two assassination attempts… it couldn't hurt to be vigilant.
They had revealed no falsehood in their words, but—
Just in case.
He asked again.
"You, by any chance, don't intend to kill me, nor are you a voluntary participant in any such plot?"
They both glanced at him, confused. Why was he speaking like this? As if attempting to close a loophole in a contract.
They replied, simply.
"No."
Lugh then reclined back into the carriage seat.
"I see,"
He finally said, before closing his eyes.
A few minutes passed, and it became quite evident that he was asleep.
