The next day.
The grand hall of the Vaise inner estate stood in regal silence like a beast of stone and power.
At the far end, beneath a rising skylight that bathed his obsidian throne in a sharp gleam, sat Argon Von Vaise—the Patriarch.
His long black hair shimmered like night oil, and his blood-red eyes locked on Raven, his expression unreadable.
But then, feeling a gaze on him, he turned to a dark corner of the hall and saw a pair of red eyes staring at him.
It was Crisaius, and he was hiding in a corner since he hadn't officially returned to the family.
'—you promised!'
He lip-synced while pointing at Raven, standing in the center of the hall with his group.
Argon's brows twitched, and his jaws clenched. He was trying his best not to frown, but he knew it would be impossible if he kept looking at the Old Man.
So, he turned away, despite continuously feeling his gaze.
To his left was Mariane Ros Vaise, the Matriarch of the Ros Vaise branch family.
