Chapter 102: The Path to Promotion
Unknown to Veyron, Lirael's meek and subservient behavior was not a crack in her pride, but a carefully crafted performance. Every lowered gaze, every submissive word — all of it was part of a plan they had laid out in advance. They had already prepared their roles, their future acts, and the masks they would wear.
While Ethan, Lirael, and the guild employee moved toward the examination grounds, Ethan suddenly stopped. With a casual flick of his wrist, he pulled out a gleaming golden bow from his storage and handed it to her.
His tone carried no softness — only command.
"Use this properly," he said, his eyes narrowing. "And don't you dare damage it."
The weapon shimmered in the sunlight, its runes catching faint glints of gold. Lirael lowered her head deeply, her hands wrapping around the bow with deliberate reverence.
"I will keep that in mind, Master," she replied, her voice low, obedient.
