"No particular reason. Just please don't interrupt me while I'm talking. Isn't that the basics of politeness?" Erina glanced at Victoria and responded politely, but for some reason, an aura of coldness and aloofness emanated from her passively.
Almost all people living in the main mansion already knew that their puppet family head fell into a coma because of the sacred guardian's mysterious ability.
It was difficult to tell a person’s age if one did not probe with one’s Divine Consciousness. Many of those who had lived for tens of thousands of years liked to maintain a youthful appearance after all.
Cellino couldn't help but raise his guards. Someone who had the aura of a sacred beast lingering around them would only be those from the 7 sacred families.
Ainsley was confident that she could find a talented person in no time. Her hard work all this time to hone her observation skill would finally take the limelight.
"But, Mr Roger, the air force is still needed…" Alex, the eagle-like young man, slowly sat down and lowered his head. His voice became quieter as he spoke.
Whenever the baby said: "Hewlo, unclhe, auntwie, twank ywou fol youl hald wolk! (Hello, uncle, Auntie, thank you for your hard work!)" Everyone would melt under such praise and appreciation.
Finley might look like a boy outside, but he's still a young man inside. Of course, he wasn't flustered when Ainsley was around, because she's still only three years old.