Thalassa caught her just in time, giving Lydia a look that screamed, "hold your horses."

Just then, Lysander wheeled around, his gaze locking onto Thalassa.

Lydia, who had been blocking Thalassa's view, got a good look at the man before her. Her eyes widened, her expression turned solemn, and she snapped to attention, standing tall and straight like an oak tree, feet together, and saluted Lysander with military precision, announcing loud and clear, "Sir, yes, sir!"

Thalassa: "..."

This sudden shift in Lydia's demeanor left Thalassa gobsmacked. She flicked her gaze between Lysander and Lydia, bewildered.

Lydia stood there, all seriousness and respect, even a tad nervous, saluting Lysander like she was in the presence of a general.

in confusion, wondering what on earth

was Lydia addressing Lysander as if he were

off guard by this turn of events, her curiosity

eyes, and said in a low tone, "We're not on

lowering her hand

a smirk playing on her lips as she coolly remarked, "Leave it

the epitome of grace and knowledge. But today, she was riled up by something Lysander had

sooner had she arrived than Lysander told her not to bother anymore. He was going to talk

their engagement, panic set in. She pressed him for a reason, but all he

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