Orivelle saw right through him.
She could peer through the façade of compliments and deduce what he actually wanted.
Intuitive, but Lucivar didn't really mind that.
As a matter of fact, he was intrigued—there are traces of evil coming from Orivelle.
People who were observant and intuitive are mostly bad people, or people who have come through a bad situation. Lucivar didn't know which one was Orivelle—but he was confident that his gut feeling wasn't wrong about her.
"You aren't fighting anyone, are you?" Orivelle squinted. "You're trying to get my attention."
"And how exactly did you know that?" Lucivar curiously asked.
"If you really are fighting someone, that person would at least come to check on you, even if that person is afraid of you. But nobody came," She answered. Her burning eyes looked through Lucivar, as if he were an open book, "And the fight with Garran… Do you really think I wouldn't notice?"
'Oh… She really is sharp,' Lucivar thought inside.
