Sierra was still nervous, sitting in the drawing-room.
Rosenia felt sorry for her, so she offered her some refreshment and told her to relax, but Sierra refused.
Though her eyes shone weakly with sadness and fear, there was a strong resolve and determination in them.\nJust then, Llewellyn’s pained breathing interrupted her thoughts.
She looked at him in surprise. Suddenly, Llewellyn clutched his chest in pain and groaned as he hunched over.
Of all times, his mana began to run amok inside him again.
“Llewellyn…..”
When Rosenia reflexively called him by his name, Llewellyn opened his eyes wide and looked at her.
He opened his mouth as if to tell her something.
But then someone’s hand touched his shoulder.
The hands….. were very pale, slender, and beautiful. The owner of the hand, of course, was Sierra Oscar.
“Du-Duke, are you all right?!”
Seeing that Llewellyn was in pain, Sierra suddenly rushed to his side.
But Llewellyn’s response was cold. He frowned and wrenched her hand away, roughly.