Chapter 230: Hunger In The Wake Of Disaster {**}

With matters of the suspicion settled, Arleen decided it was time to leave the party hall, and before that, she made a point to glare at Evian,

"Stygian, we need to talk," she said, "But not here. Not now."

"Of course," Evian told her with a relaxed smile.

Arleen gave him a look and then turned her beautiful face away while signaling for Daria to follow her out of the hall. The Witch gave Evian a longing look like she didn't want to be apart again but he gave her a look that meant it was fine. 

There was no need to rush and steal moments now that he and the others of the Martial Temple were not being forced to make a quick exit. 

Daria and Arleen had just left when Evian heard the voice of an attendant Arcanist,

"Dame Olivia. We have arranged transportation to where you will stay during your visit. Away from the Santorum."