''Sister, I don't think anything remarkable happened during that time,'' Arlan scratched the back of his neck.
''Then, what were you doing in the Enchantment Forest, the illusionary trap, how did you write that letter and leave it there? How did you reach Nevesray?" Esme stepped towards him.
Arlan retreated two steps back. Unlike him, his sister did not possess any magical powers. Still, he was intimidated by her at times.
Aleister crossed his arms in front of his chest. It looked like this younger brother-in-law is hiding something. He wondered if Esme noticed it as well.
Arlan looked around the room as if he was looking for an answer on the walls, ''Sister, I… I was just passing by.''
''Be honest,'' Esme sighed.
''Nothing happened,'' his fingers curled into a fist.
She frowned. She quietly looked at his face for some time before she stepped forward and looked into his eyes.