"Ezrahl, wait—"
Aesther instinctively called out to him.
But he glared at her with a frosty gaze that made her instantly shut up.
"..."
Ahzure, on the other hand, appeared to be in deep thought as he calmly glanced between the two.
Ezrahl's voice remained hard as he resentfully added, "No one is leaving for the Lunar Valleys today. Go and practice, Aesther."
"What?"
He did not bother saying anything further and turned to leave. Ahzure apologetically smiled at Aesther and hurried behind Ezrahl.
"Are you feeling sick?"
He tried to check his temperature but Ezrahl stopped him with a single dark look.
Ezrahl did not care about the little conversation between Aesther and Ahzure, he did not wish to care. But seeing them act so affectionate, and hearing those words, he could not help the chilling rage flare inside.
It was a sour unpleasant feeling he could not truly understand.