Orifiel leaned against the counter, arms crossed, and let out a slow sigh.
“Orifiel… we need to talk,” he said, his tone calm but firm, eyes glancing briefly at Aniela.
Aniela blinked in surprise. “What… me?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
“Yes, you too,” Orifiel said, looking at her with a steady gaze that made her stomach tighten slightly.
She fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve, her mind racing. Grounded or not… I can’t avoid this conversation.
“Even though you’re grounded, we have something important to discuss,” he added, his tone serious, leaving no room for protest.
“Huh?” Aniela murmured, glancing at him nervously.
Orifiel’s eyes flicked toward the living room where Erelah was quietly sitting, her hands folded on her lap.
“So… Erelah knows too?” Ani
