I reflexively turned to Tesilid.
When our gazes met, he quickly covered his mouth in a flustered manner and turned his head away.
At that moment, Raywin, who had raised my left hand earlier to dismiss something, looked at it quietly and spoke.
“By the way, Ayleth, I don’t think I’ve seen that ring before.”
Soon, with a look of disbelief, he jerked his head around as if he had sensed an ambush.
The place his gaze moved to was Tesilid’s left hand.
A ring, a pair to mine, was shining conspicuously under the midday sun, drawing attention to itself.
