บท 145: Chapter 145: The Scent of Something New

Pipra watched as her father kept refilling Seiji's glass, pouring the strong dwarf liquor generously. The conversation between Seiji and her parents flowed effortlessly, like a well-oiled machine. Seiji wasn't just charming the women he encountered; it seemed he could smooth-talk anyone, even the toughest of dwarves.

Seiji laughed at something her father said, his voice warm and infectious, and Pipra couldn't help but smile. There was something about the way he fit into the moment, as if he belonged there, as if this wasn't just another stop on his journey but somewhere he felt comfortable.

But Pipra knew better. Seiji didn't stay long in one place, or with one person. He was like the wind—charming, unpredictable, and hard to hold onto. Still, right now, she had him. And that's what mattered.