474 Arlan's Powers

Alex had directed everyone to their respective guest rooms, and the servants had promptly attended to their needs. After their grueling battle against the formidable demoness, they were all in dire need of rest and rejuvenation.

An hour later, Evanthe emerged from her room, making her way to the expansive balcony lounge of the manor. There, Yorian stood by a vast window, gazing outward with a calm demeanor, his emotions concealed behind enigmatic eyes.

"I know you've been steadfastly guarding Oriana," Evanthe began, positioning herself beside him. "Are you still worried about her?"

Without shifting his gaze, Yorian retorted, "Should I not?"

"It seems your feelings run deeper than mere concern," Evanthe observed. "Does she evoke memories of someone from your past?"

"I just do not wish another foolish woman sacrificing her life to protect the man she values," Yorian still didn't look at her but spoke calmly, "Women can truly be foolish."