"Someone's coming… shall we go down?"
From atop the towering wall of the Black Tortoise City, Yue Qinlan gazed into the dusty distance. A small group of figures stood below, half-hidden by the shadow of the giant tortoise's shell.
Luciel followed her gaze, eyes calm.
"Mm. Let's go down."
"Wait." Yue Qinlan turned, her lips curving into a soft smile. "Let me handle this. You, as the lord of our city, shouldn't lower your status for trivial receptions."
Her voice was pleasant, yet firm—gilded with that gentle authority only she possessed.
Luciel blinked, slightly puzzled.
She could tell at a glance—he was not used to the posture of leadership.
To him, rules of formality were still little more than troublesome decorations.
But she, as one of the earliest members of Black Tortoise, could not allow their lord to appear too casual.
There were certain things—dignity, poise, respect—that had to be guarded.
Luciel smiled faintly. "Alright, I'll leave it to you then."
