While Nivella seemed to have turned to stone with a mortified expression, Azriel sipped his caramel latte with a calm demeanor.
'Ah, this is really amazing! I can understand why Nol is such a foodie!'
With a delighted smile on his face, Azriel let out a satisfied sigh before glancing at Nivella. He coughed lightly, pulling her out of her daze. She snapped back to reality, turning toward Azriel with wide eyes—only for her expression to twist from mortified to even more mortified as Solomon's words registered in her ears.
"Y-Y-You're P-Prince Azriel C-Crimson!?"
Azriel merely smiled gently at the shaken girl, nodding subtly. At the same time, Solomon walked over with an annoyed expression, his face scrunched up as he exaggeratedly glared daggers at Azriel. Yet, as if his skin were impossibly thick, Azriel didn't seem to notice.
