For the third time, you reminded yourself that this was just a small reunion with your distant relative; yet, you couldn’t ease the feeling of nausea within. The grand gallery buzzed, located in the middle of the city and filled with laughter and murmurs. It was an exclusive place to display a lavish array of opulence and artistry.

Amidst the crowd, he stood alone. Aegrion leaned against a marble pillar, adjusting the glasses on his nose. His finger wore a relic ring that he used to transform his eyes and hair color as a disguise, pushing his glasses upward. Those necessary measures allowed him to blend seamlessly with the crowd of nobles.

Today would be another stepping stone for him to make his move—meeting you in person. After he had exchanged letters with you to manipulate your thoughts, it was time for him to deepen the trust you had given. He was dissatisfied with the brief exchanges in their letters and couldn’t risk raising suspicion. Letters left behind evidence, and he couldn’t afford such a mistake.

His gaze settled on a figure—you, to be precise. Your appearance was well-known to him, though he had to act like he didn’t recognize you. His game was a veiled, calculated trick as he slowly approached you while you stood alone in the outfit you said you would wear in the letter, feigning his innocence.

The closer he got, the familiar scent of jasmine wafted through the air. He stood beside you, briefly glancing your way. He turned his attention to the painting in front of you, looking casual and maintaining his cool demeanor.

“Interesting place for a family reunion,” he said, his voice velvety smooth. Unfolding the flyers in his hand and feigning disinterest, he added, “I hope we’re not here to admire the artwork. Since you suggested this meeting spot, I see nothing that outshines you.” He smirked as he scanned the printed letters on the flyers. Was it a compliment or flirtation? His words felt hollow as he turned to you and offered his hand to shake.