Albus was caught off guard when he spotted Lumian comfortably seated on the sofa.
"That was quick."
"You're not slow either," Lumian replied with a "kind" smile.
From his point of view, breaking free from the ethereal, underground roar and not turning into a wax statue indicated that Albus wasn't just an ordinary member of the Iron and Blood Cross Order. Perhaps the sinister corruption at 13 Avenue du Marché was helping him withstand that terrifying roar.
In contrast, Elros Einhorn, with her unique Sauron family bloodline, seemed more likely to emerge unscathed and return safely.
Albus flashed a smile, pulled up a chair, and casually enjoyed some refreshments as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. He signaled the servant nearby to replace his tea with a fresh cup of black tea.
After about four to five minutes, both Lumian and Albus simultaneously shifted their attention towards the living room door.
