Barely a moment after the words parted from her lips, a smile carved across Ulric's face.
"Finally!" he muttered, as his figure sank into the shadows, appearing right beside Lyra. Before she could even understand what was happening, he grabbed her by the waist and made his way back to his quarters, a glint of anticipation flashing across his eyes.
The crowd behind stared blankly, still reeling from the shock of Ulric easily defeating a renowned D-rank powerhouse. Now another slew of questions raced at the back of their minds.
Who was Amber… and why did the young lord care so much about her?
At the side, the elders were a bit perplexed as well, but at this point, they didn't dare question his decisions.
Watching him leave, they dispersed the crowd, leaving Aelira behind as she stared at his retreating figure.
Before she finally stepped out of her daze.
Hmph! She breathed, her fingers clenching tightly. Did he think he could get rid of her that easily!?
