How I feel? Lake repeated, somewhat surprised by the question.
"Yes, what are your personal thoughts on Sylph?" Elder Seraphis continued, his gaze unreadable.
Lake hesitated. The truth was dangerous. If he bluntly admitted that he saw Sylph as a walking biological weapon—capable of disarming even the sharpest minds—he would be painting himself in a terrible light.
Wouldn't that just worsen the situation for him?
But stalling forever wasn't an option.
"I think she's a good person."
"Fufufu," Elder Summer chuckled maturely. "And what does a 'good person' mean to you exactly?"
"A good person is exactly that. Someone who acts with good intentions," Lake replied smoothly, keeping the second half of his thoughts—even if their actions have severe consequences—to himself.
Elder Seraphis nodded, his sharp gaze assessing. "I see. That is an interesting perspective."
Lake barely had time to process the response before Elder Seraphis turned his attention elsewhere.
