When the actual banquet commenced, Ves tried his best to put up a polite facade and clap whenever it was appropriate.
The exotic dishes tasted like air to him, and that was not just because his phase lord physique had lowered the sensitivity of his taste buds to an enormous degree.
He simply was not in the mood to celebrate the friendship between the Larkinsons and the Devosans anymore.
The secrets that he learned from Master Laila Rebecca Devos continued to weigh on his mind and heart.
His wife probably noticed his unbalanced mood. She thoughtfully did not probe him for answers, but spoke up more frequently and covered for his social obligations. While she was not always reliable, he knew he could count on her this time.
One of the elder figures of the Devos Ancient Clan stood up. The man wore a similar formal toga outfit as Master Laila, though his garments were embellished with fluttering symbols of leaves.
He raised a glass above his head.
