Even though Leona's lips were curled in a polite smile as Julius talked endlessly about how spectacular the human continent was, her eyes betrayed her.
They looked utterly exhausted, the kind of tiredness that came from years of pretending to listen.
She nodded now and then, murmuring polite acknowledgments. But her expression was detached, hollow, like she was somewhere else entirely.
"…and then, Leona." Julius was saying, his voice booming with pride. "You wouldn't believe the markets there! The humans have so many inventions, so many customs—it's almost like they live in a different era altogether! The food, the music, the architecture—magnificent, truly magnificent!"
Nyx, standing beside her, joined in now and then with exaggerated politeness.
"Oh? Is that so? I see, I see! How fascinating." She said with a half-smile that looked rehearsed.
