Rory had only been teasing him.
Now that Yuel had given her an easy way out, she took it without hesitation.
Smiling, she nodded and left the room with him.
The moment Rory stepped into the lounge, she realized everyone was gathered there.
After Vangar had sent that message in the group chat, they had all guessed she would probably come out soon.
As a result, they had abandoned the dining hall and relocated to the lounge.
Xarion was sprawled across a sofa, expressionless as he manipulated a ball of icy energy in his hands.
Rory could not quite make out what he was sculpting.
The moment it took shape, however, he seemed dissatisfied and crushed it immediately.
Nearby, Nix sat beside Vincent looking utterly defeated.
He muttered continuously under his breath, sounding like he was filing endless complaints against fate itself.
Vincent, meanwhile, leisurely sipped his water.
The faint curve of his lips suggested he was in an excellent mood.
