After Julian Neal's hasty departure, the silence that followed at the table was neither heavy nor uncomfortable. On the contrary, the absence of the Neal boy's pretentious aura seemed to allow the air around them to return to its usual purity.
Lohan withdrew his Killing Intent completely, feeling the Mana settle within his internal channels as Isabella let out a sigh of relief, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat.
They didn't truly care about Julian or his antics. Although they took the danger a vengeful heir might pose seriously, they didn't feel that pathetic boy was reason enough to interrupt their day.
"To be honest, Lisa… if he spent half the energy he uses to hate me focusing on his own grind in Elysium, he might have already reached Level 20," Lohan remarked, taking a sip of his ether coffee with an indifference that made Isabella smile behind her mask.
They continued eating, and Isabella took on the role of culinary guide.
