59 || Chapter 56 || Welcome To The Leonile Manorial

Emerald eyes narrowed. If there was one thing Ilona could not rebuke was anything concerning the Leonile Lord. She knew she couldn't not a pout anything stupid in front of Hercullian Lord so she could only lean towards the banister and implored the youth below. "Honey, you really don't want to change your mind?"

"Ilona!" Maiel whipped his head at her. What was she thinking?

Ilona only rolled her shoulders as she blinked her eyes at the youth below them.

"..."

Moulin raised his eyebrows in surprise. He glanced at the Leonile balcony and shook his head. "I am sure, My Lady..."

"Then no one shall oppose to your choosing." A commanding voice spoke, silencing the halls. Ordan, Guild Lord of Dragor spoke, abruptly finishing off Ilona's hopes mercilessly. His red eyes growing more profound as he looked at the youth, he smiled faintly.