Lucavion's gaze didn't waver. His tone remained light—but beneath it, there was something steadier. Rooted.
"I was keeping my eyes on the Cloud Heavens Sect," he said. "Making sure they didn't escape or anything."
His arms folded, not defensively, but in that relaxed, almost lazy way that always belied the sharpness beneath.
"And while I was watching them," he added, "your name kept showing up."
Valeria blinked once, not visibly startled—but enough.
"In reports. In rumors. In complaints, actually." He chuckled softly. "Apparently, the Pink Knight doesn't know how to stay quiet. Or still."
She crossed her arms, arching a brow. "I was doing my job."
"I know."
And the way he said it—it wasn't casual.
There was no joke in it.
Only acknowledgment.
