Shelly... Fuck are you really ploting?!

"Really? Thanks," said Liliana, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

"It's… no problem," Lucas stammered, hurriedly averting his gaze, visibly flustered and overwhelmed by her charm.

"Enough of this. Eat up so we can head out hunting. There's still time left," Eloisa chimed in, her tone curt and indifferent, clearly uninterested in the exchange.

"Oh~ Do I sense jealousy?" Liliana teased, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she leaned toward Eloisa, clearly trying to provoke her.

"Don't even bother. It won't work on me," Eloisa replied coolly, rolling her eyes. She glanced toward a figure approaching from the distance. For a fleeting moment, an eerie grin tugged at her lips—a grin so subtle and insidious that it vanished before anyone could notice. Her expression returned to neutrality so quickly it was as if it had never been there. 

"Eloisa! What is the meaning of this?"