Dila stepped out from behind a tree, now dressed in her usual standard adventurer's outfit—comfortable, sleek, and definitely not the oversized, royal princess gown she normally wore. She casually dusted off her sleeves and made her way to the far side of the castle grounds, toward the darker, shaded corner where barely anyone passed through.
There, leaning against the stone wall, was Sarios.
He looked up, startled. "Oh—about that, Dila… sorry. I forgot to tell you where I'd be. My bad."
Dila just smiled. "It's okay."
Sarios tilted his head, confused. "But wait… how'd you even find me here?"
Dila simply smirked. "Easy. I used a passive skill. One only I can use."
"Really?" Sarios raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Really," she said, deadpan. "What did you expect?"
Sarios stared at her, then chuckled quietly. "You're something else, until now you know that?"
Dila squinted. "What's so funny?"
He quickly looked away, brushing a hand through his hair. "Oh, nothing."
