Sigfrid Lean Merlin?

No affection percentage.

This was the first thing that Sena took notice of right after seeing the newly entered Sigfrid Lean Merlin. Hiding her furrowed brows by looking down, she let her uneven bangs hide the obvious curiosity in her obsidian eyes. Contrary to what Sena did, Harris, on the other hand, did the opposite—fixating his gaze on the newly arrived archmage.

Harris received an elbow from Sena, making him look down at the stoic-looking little girl beside him. He mouthed 'what' at her, eyes glaring through the eyeglasses.

As per the order, Sena pulled Harris by the hand. Without looking back, they left the four inside the study area.

"Are you done enjoying my hand, brat? Surely, I won't get lost here." Sarcasm dripped from Harris' voice though he did not tug away his hand from hers.