The living room was quiet, except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.
Olivia sat on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, staring at Orifiel with a mixture of caution and curiosity.
“You… you knew,” she said slowly, almost like tasting the words before letting them out.
Orifiel nodded, his expression calm but attentive. “Yes, ma’am. I knew. And I’ve known for a while now.”
Her eyes widened slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction.
“Oh… so you and Erelah know about it?” she asked, voice soft, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Yes, ma’am,” Orifiel said again, a quiet certainty in his tone.
Olivia leaned back slightly, exhaling, her hands loosening in her lap. “I suppose I should’ve expected someone would know eventually.”
Orifiel tilted hi
