Bab 163: Threats

Lillian looked at Roman again, before sitting on the grass. He floated up tot eh branches and sat there, listening in on the conversation that is about to begin. 

Carefully tucking her dress beneath her, Lillian sat on the grass, looking up at Fawn as she took her mask off, piercing green eyes on Lillian. 

"You may begin," Lillian said, smiling at her, the wreath in her hands still remaining there. 

"How much do you know about Acaer, Saintess?" Fawn asked, pulling out the cloak's hood as her hair spilt out. 

"I need to know how much you know before I tell you that," Lillian said, snapping her fingers to summon a drink in her hands but nothing happened. "Huh?' 

"All magic is off, Saintess." She said, a small smile appearing on her face. "I apologise for the inconvenience." 

"No, I understand," Lillian said, waving her hands in the air.