บท 174: || Chapter 169 || A Kiss Under The Elven Night

Standing under the blinding bright light of the sun, Moulin didn't feel the heat at all. Instead, what made him uncomfortable was the two gazes of the two people with him within the area. Admittedly, he felt the anticipated heat of their eyes, but he remained unfazed by the situation.

"Remove the marks..." Moulin peered at the elven oracle, Laphora, while he muttered. "Can it be done?" His words were directed to the man standing by his side. Moulin felt Hadrian's eyes upon his face, reading his expression.

"The power if those marks are unknowable. However, I trust that if it can be cast, then it can be removed." He slowly spoke as if to give Moulin the time to process his words carefully. The sunlight made his golden hair shine gloriously, making Moulin sneak a couple of glances at Hadrian.