|| Chapter 472 || An Elf's Suspicions

Na'El shouldn't be unused to the scene before him. After several days graced with Lord Hercullio's presence and suffering blindness from their lovely and shameless flirting, the elven oracle thought he had gradually gained some immunity. 

"Hmm..." Na'El's gaze upon the lovely couple softened. The two continued to exchange words with soft voices as though they were the only living people left in the world. 

Unfortunately, it seems he still has a long way to go. These two lovebirds could drive a person mad. 

"I'm sorry, my attention had... shifted." Moulin helplessly spoke, trying to tear his gaze from the golden-eyed man standing beside him.