Catheryne's expression darkened instantly.
Her golden-red eyes gleamed with murderous intent as she glared at Lumiana with pure disdain.
"You're joking, aren't you?"
Lumiana, however, remained calm.
She took another slow sip of tea before nonchalantly responding:
"He's already helped me clean up all the parasites within the Church."
Her lips curved slightly.
"Making him the Holy Son, then marrying him—seems perfectly reasonable, doesn't it?"
CRACK!
The sound of Catheryne's knuckles tightening echoed like shattering glass.
The tension in the room, already thick with hostility, now felt explosive.
The temperature surged.
There was no fire in the room—
No sunlight shining through the windows—
And yet, the air became suffocatingly hot.
Bubble! Bubble! Bubble!
The tea inside the cup on the table began to boil violently.
Clatter! Clatter!