Lucas noticed the shift in Silvara's expression—awkward, slightly lowered, and clearly not her usual demeanor. He considered following up, but eventually exhaled quietly.
She looks uncomfortable. Better focus on training for now, he thought.
Besides, the duel was already taking up enough space in his mind.
"…Alright," Lucas said at last. "We should focus on training first."
Silvara twitched faintly.
She slowly turned to Lucas, her eyes narrowing a little.
So that's it?
Just that?
Lucas raised his hoe again, preparing to attempt the next instruction—as if anything about her simply wasn't worth asking.
Silvara let out a short breath, though she said nothing. In her head, the noise was far louder.
So he really doesn't care?
Even after that incident… he doesn't want to know anything about me?
Is he the same as the previous Young Master?
The type who only cared about himself… and only wanted to enjoy the women who passed through his life?
