“Oh, well!”
Renalia heaved a sigh.
The maid was just about to speak further when she realized that Ryker had actually walked in. Such terror struck her that she hastily placed the food down and left.
Ryker glanced at the maid who hurried out before saying to Renalia, “Renalia, is the food I had them prepare to your liking?”
His voice was filled with concern as though he wasn't the one confining her.
In response, Renalia rolled her eyes at him without saying anything in return. She had long since gotten accustomed to his pretentiousness.
Throughout the years, she had never uttered a single word to him. No matter how great the agony inflicted upon her, never once did she break her silence.
Likewise, Ryker was seemingly used to her expression. He casually sat down at the table and picked up the fork, taking some food and sampling it.
“This salad is a bit too salty. This pumpkin soup isn't smooth enough either. Oh, there's steak. I remember that this was your favorite back when you were young.”
While sampling the food, Ryker kept up a running commentary with Renalia. However, Renalia kept mum, so it was as though he was talking to himself.
After taking a few bites, Ryker wiped his mouth and stood up.
“Renalia, I never expected you to have a son in this world. Besides, that son of yours has very likely secured the draconic essence. It looks like he’s aware of his identity, hoping to come and save you. I actually hope he'll come to the Deragon residence soon enough so that I can get to know my nephew better. After all, he must have suffered much in all these years he had been adrift out there,” he remarked languidly.
When Renalia heard all that, a hint of worry flashed across her initially expressionless face. It was fleeting, but even so, Ryker managed to catch it.
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