First... Or Special?

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"What?" Alana blinked after noticing Lucian's gaze. Though she understood why he looked towards her, the question was simply an involuntary reaction towards Lucian's awkward expression.

"Frost Witch~," Lucian said with a faint chuckle. "Is that not your aunt? If so, why haven't you greeted her yet?"

"Why do you think she is here? This isn't even her division," Alana responded while rolling her eyes. Still, she took a step forward and approached the Frost Witch from behind.

Meanwhile, the Frost Witch continued to glower at Oryon despite his remark to pay for the damage. Evidently, the damage wasn't the only thing that angered her to this extent.

"We were having a meeting, yet you simply disappear?!" 

"The alarm sounded. I had to check the reason. What can I say, I just couldn't help myself," Oryon said in a tone meant to irritate this woman even more, which it did. Her eyes widened as she choked angrily.