"Hey! You're talking as if we're already engaged."
Julia's cheeks flushed as she looked at Amon.
Before he could say anything else.
"AMON!!"
An angry voice suddenly echoed across the training ground. Everyone turned toward the familiar voice.
Standing several meters away was Marcus, his face flushed with embarrassment and irritation. He held his spear tightly in one hand, his violet eyes fixed on Amon.
Amon simply waved at him with a cheerful smile.
"Oh, Marcus! My best friend!"
Marcus marched toward them, his expression growing more irritated with every step. He stopped in front of the group and glanced at Julia.
He immediately cleared his throat.
"Ahem."
His expression softened slightly.
"I'm sorry if Amon said anything rude to you."
His voice carried a hint of embarrassment as he spoke to Julia.
Julia quickly shook her head.
"No... He didn't say anything rude."
She became slightly nervous under Marcus's gaze and looked away.
