"Hmph," Diana scoffed, her expression revealing a hint of defiance. Even so, her ears remained attentive to her father's words, causing her to halt her movements. Meanwhile, her nimble fingers surreptitiously curled around the cool glass bottle containing the potent potion, concealing it within her grasp.
Observing Diana's subtle actions, Vesta shook his head disapprovingly, his gaze shifting toward his sturdy wooden desk. With deliberate steps, he made his way toward it, his weathered hands retrieving a piece of aged leather parchment adorned with a regal ribbon, denoting its importance.