ʕ•̫•ʔ---The Gift

I mustered a weak smile, my confidence crumbling the instant Lady Ilona's piercing gaze locked onto me. My throat went dry.

"He's telling the truth," I said, trying—and failing—to sound assured.

"I'm currently the Owner of Mythica. Well… Interim Owner."

Her sharp eyes raked over me, brimming with displeasure. Then, with a single huff, she motioned for everyone in the room to leave.

No words. No explanation.

Just a silent command that had Frojer and the others scurrying out like their lives depended on it.

The moment the door shut, she turned back to me, eyes narrowing.

"You said you're the Interim Owner?" she repeated, her tone thick with skepticism. "If you're lying—"

"I'm not," I blurted. "Kaleon… he imparted his essence to me."

For the first time, her scowl faltered. A flicker of confusion—maybe even surprise—crossed her face.