Departure
The Marquis's soft laugh startled Valeria out of her thoughts. She turned to him, her brow furrowing at the unexpected sound. He wasn't one to laugh idly, especially not in situations like this. Yet there he was, a low chuckle escaping as he shook his head, a strange mix of amazement and disbelief flickering across his features.
"I thought he was a demon," the Marquis murmured, his voice tinged with quiet humor. "When he sat at that table earlier, speaking with such cold precision, laying out that audacious plan… I truly believed he might be something inhuman."
Valeria blinked, caught off guard by his admission. She had thought the same herself more than once. The way Lucavion spoke of war, of calculated risks and devastating consequences, had made her blood run cold. But now…