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Chapter 201 - chapter 200:"The Palace Gathering"

Following Eric's direct query, a peculiar, enigmatic, yet mischievous smile surfaced across the contours of Sylvia's lips.

Sylvia released zero verbal response to his inquiry. Retaining her static coordinate, she merely sustained an odd, knowing gaze onto Eric's face—as though possessing absolute consciousness regarding the true parameters driving the young woman's terrifying glare.

At that exact microsecond, the young woman occupying the sofa parted her lips for the very first time. A faint vibration of resentment resonated through her vocal tone, "Nothing... I am merely somewhat annoyed with my brother."

Registering the very first tokens departing her lips after such an extended duration of silence, Eric aligned his crimson pupils directly onto her position.

Contracting his eyebrows fractionally, he inquired, "Regardless, what parameters are prompting your annoyance toward your brother?"

The facial contours of the young woman on the opposite sofa remained visibly strained.

Contracting her lips slightly, she delivered a response laden with dissatisfaction, "Because he has not translated his presence to this coordinate for an extended duration... he visits this location exceptionally rarely."

Eric rotated the vector of his neck, locking his pupils back onto Sylvia, "Does that constitute the sole parameter?"

That same mysterious, playful smile remained firmly anchored across Sylvia's countenance—as though significant alternate truths existed beyond that explanation which she deliberately withheld from articulating.

Sylvia disengaged her lips, articulating in a sweet cadence, "Sister is technically correct..."

Thereafter, she shifted the vector of her gaze, anchoring it onto the young woman on the sofa while adding in a teasing frequency, "Sister... it is strictly limited to that parameter, correct?"

The young woman on the sofa rotated her eyes, locking onto Sylvia with the exact same rigid, anger-filled gaze she had previously projected toward Eric's coordinates.

Registering that intense, terrifying stare, Sylvia completely failed to maintain control over her laughter. Instantly elevating her palm to cover her mouth, she initiated a burst of clear laughter.

Eric's crimson pupils remained locked onto Sylvia's features. Observing her laughing in such an unrestricted manner, a wave of perplexity manifested across Eric's facial contours, prompting him to scrutinize her through a distinctly bewildered gaze.

Eric disengaged his pupils from Sylvia, shifting the vector of his gaze back toward the young woman occupying the sofa. The young woman's eyes remained elevated toward the rear, continuously scrutinizing Sylvia positioned behind the sofa framework.

Rotating his neck toward Sylvia once more, Eric inquired in a flat frequency, "Regardless... what parameters are prompting you to laugh in this manner?"

Sylvia attempted to regulate her laughter.

Pressing her lips tight to stabilize her respiration, she delivered a response accompanied by an active smile, "Nothing... a prior memory merely manifested within my cognition, which triggered the reaction."

While playful expressions persisted across her facial contours, the fractional, continuous vibration of her elongated ears behind the sofa explicitly validated that she was concealing an alternate truth.

Observing Sylvia laughing in that fashion, the young woman seated on the sofa registered an elevated level of irritation. Her eyebrows contracted tightly, and an intensified wave of hostility surged through her pupils.

Simultaneously, the acoustic rhythm of sandals clicking against the floor resonated from beyond the doorway. The velocity of the footsteps explicitly indicated that two or three individuals were advancing together toward that coordinate.

Adjacent to the footsteps, a echoing vocal frequency sheared through the atmosphere, "I explicitly stated... abandoning Lucy unmonitored does not constitute a prudent decision."

Registering the vocal sound, the gaze of all three entities instantly converged onto that vector. A total of three young women were positioned directly near the entry perimeter.

Rotating her neck abruptly, the young woman on the sofa projected a sharp counter-inquiry, "What parameters prompt you to assert that leaving me unmonitored is improper? What precise act have I executed?"

Another sweet and melodic vocal tone resonated from the direction of the doorway—this was Sylvia's voice, carrying explicit waves of warmth and affection.

"Lyuna sister... what parameters enabled your return to this coordinate so swiftly?" The smile across Sylvia's lips expanded further.

Stationed at the entrance perimeter, Lyuna adjusted the alignment of her boots toward Sylvia.

A cold, sharp contraction manifested within her pupils as she projected a counter-inquiry in a flat tone, "Sylvia... does my early arrival introduce any obstruction into your system?

Regardless, your primary function has always been generating annoyance for others."

Sylvia's facial contours registered zero disruption from Lyuna's sharp remark. Her playful smile remained completely intact.

Tilting her frame fractionally further over the rear of the sofa, she anchored her gaze onto the alternate two young women positioned near the entry threshold, inquiring in an effortless, curious cadence:

"Regardless... what precise objective are the two of you executing at this coordinate right now?"

Sylvia disengaged both of her hands from Lucy's neck, elevating her frame into a completely upright stance behind the sofa.

The absolute microsecond Sylvia's tokens departed her lips, the pupils of all three young women positioned at the entry threshold rotated simultaneously, locking strictly onto Eric sitting upon the sofa. A sharp layer of curiosity registered within their gaze.

Accompanied by the measured acoustic rhythm of their footwear, the trio initiated direct translation into the interior of the grand chamber.

Lyuna advanced directly toward the sofa, occupying the seat adjacent to Lucy with exceptional grace. Shifting her pupils toward Eric, a remarkably gentle and refined smile floated across her facial contours. Her entire posture projected an absolute sense of elegance and composure.

Observing Eric, the alternate two young women likewise introduced subtle smiles across their countenances as they advanced. Without displaying any hesitation, they positioned their frames directly adjacent to Eric upon the sofa—one occupying his left flank, and the other anchoring her frame to his right flank.

Eric rotated his crimson pupils to inspect both quadrants adjacent to his frame. A fractional wave of perplexity manifested across his features, yet he maintained absolute control over his positioning.

The young woman stationed on his right flank elevated her gaze toward Sylvia, delivering a response to her prior query, "I was accompanying Miryana, which prompted my arrival at this coordinate... zero alternate reasons exist beyond that."

Sylvia shrugged her shoulders slightly, shifting her gaze onto Miryana as she inquired in a playful frequency, "Miryana... what parameters prompted your arrival here?"

A mischievous and playful smile dispersed across Miryana's lips. Introducing an explicit layer of playfulness into her gaze, she articulated:

"Aeron explicitly informed me that an alternate individual had arrived at this coordinate, whom you escorted into the palace yourself... consequently, I merely translated my presence here to inspect whom you have brought inside the palace."

Lyuna registered their dialogue, yet paid zero active attention to their tokens, maintaining her locked gaze onto Eric's face. She extended her palm smoothly, resting her hand gently over Lucy's hand.

Lucy registered the tactile sensation of Lyuna's hand upon her own. The absolute microsecond that touch established contact, the entire wave of anger, tension, and irritation across Lucy's facial contours dissolved into the drafts completely.

She settled into a calm posture upon the sofa, anchoring her pupils strictly onto Eric.

Aligning her gaze onto Eric, Lyuna inquired in an exceptionally sweet and polite frequency, "Regardless... through what parameters did you arrive at this location?"

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