Iridescent lights swirled around them. Fireworks lighting up the nights in sharp yellows and blue. The warmth Lucen was covered in retreated when Kedral stretched his hand out.
If he wasn't so hyper-aware of himself due to Kibatra, his hand might have briefly reached out to shake him. But now he simply stared at Kedral's outstretched hand, confused.
Lucen's eyes flashed wide. He quickly bowed and saluted the King's Voice. He was rather proud of his acting skills right now.
Kedral was both the person Lost Wind told him to show off for, and the person he shouldn't shake hands with. Shaking hands was a greeting from his past life.
Was this a test to check if he was a transmigrator? Why would Windy then tell him to show off for an enemy?
All these thoughts were cast from his mind as he rose to salute Kedral. The man was dressed in a different suit, black with a blue trim and flared shoulders. Lucen's eyes were drawn to the cyan belt on his waist; it had crystals embedded in it.
