Lugh didn't know why, but seeing Lyra again brought a strange sense of relief—and something dangerously close to nostalgia.
His mood lifted, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he decided to indulge in a rare impulse: a prank.
He walked toward her, holding the longsword with an exaggerated show of confidence. The gaze of everyone in the room lingered on him, confused and curious.
Once he was close enough, he suddenly dropped to one knee, adopting the formal posture of a knight. With both hands, he raised the sword high toward her.
"For you, my fair lady."
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"Wha—?"
The room erupted into confusion. Selaphiel's eyes flickered in disbelief, her frown deepening.
Some of the girls blushed—either embarrassed for him or charmed, it was hard to tell. A few cringed outright, but more than one glared at him.
As for the boys?
Their eyes were murderous.
He got the jump on us!
Curse you, Lugh!
