The one who had just spoken had undoubtedly been Lucienta, and Atticus couldn't help but notice her right hand was clenched hard.
Atticus still had his whole body covered up in a suit, along with his face. Apart from that, he was still wearing a latex suit underneath! Anyone would have assumed he was one of the bone race. But for some reason, they knew he was a human.
Seeing that Atticus didn't respond once more, Lucienta's expression morphed into anger.
"You'd be dead already if not for Lord Spineus," she snarled, taking a step forward.
But she couldn't go further as Luther suddenly placed his firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
Lucienta's gaze shot backward to look at Luther, who shook his head with a firm expression.
"Calm yourself; this is not your stage," Luther advised.
Lucienta gritted her teeth, taking in a deep breath. She calmed her raging mind. "I'm sorry," she muttered.
