"Wait—Master Moon, why is Lord Luciel carrying… that aunt?"
The question came the instant Mino stepped out of the inn, her tone sharp enough to draw blood.
The smile on the Moon Lord's lips froze mid-curve. Aunt? The word struck her like an arrow etched with the very insult itself. Her blue eyes twitched.
She turned, still wearing that gracious, diplomatic smile of hers, and fixed it upon the young rabbit-eared girl who stared up with unfiltered curiosity. "My dear, perhaps 'Aunt' is a little much," she said sweetly. "You may call me Moon Lord—or, if you prefer, Big Sister Moon."
Her daughter, Agne Moon, winced beside her and quickly interjected, "My mother was injured. Lord Luciel is just helping her." She threw a warning glance at Mino, silently begging her not to dig the hole any deeper.
"Oh!" Mino's eyes widened in worry. "Is Aunt—ah, Moon Lord—badly hurt?"
