All of them finally arrived at the main hall of the Draconia Palace.
The moment they stepped inside, they saw that someone was already waiting.
It was Darius Draconia, the current patriarch of the Draconia Clan and Dahlia's father.
He stood at the center of the hall, his posture firm, his presence heavy.
The moment he saw Pelion and Garion entering together, his expression darkened instantly.
His brows pulled together, his jaw tightening. "Pelion…"
His voice was low but sharp. "What is the meaning of this?"
Pelion simply smiled, stepping forward as if nothing serious was happening.
He gestured casually between himself and Garion. "This?"
His tone stayed relaxed. "I'm just here to watch. Garion and the others are spectators as well."
He shrugged lightly. "You know… spectators can sit in the same place, right? This isn't any different."
Darius' eyes narrowed further. "…What exactly are you trying to say?"
Pelion didn't change his expression. "I said what I meant."
