Is this magic? It must be magic, right?
Xanthea was a fairy from a magic castle!
Otherwise, how could she perform magic?
Even though Orion had already suspected something, he was still astonished after seeing her series of smooth movements. His eyes shone with the same fascinated light as Sebastian's.
After finishing her act, Xanthea clapped her hands and looked at the uncle-nephew duo in front of her, who looked alike and wore identical expressions of admiration. A mischievous smile played on her lips, her vanity greatly satisfied, "So, what do you think, gentlemen? Ready to admit defeat?"
"Xan, you're so amazing!" Sebastian exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he rushed toward her. "Are you a fairy? How do you do magic? Can you teach me, please?"
"Back off, don't butter me up."
Xanthea pushed him away disdainfully, still remembering his earlier antics in the study and his attempt to tickle her with a feather.
"Punishment first, then we'll talk."
"What?"
Sebastian frowned, regretting his earlier mockery of this beautiful lady. He knew she would seek revenge!
He tried to sneak away, but Xanthea caught him, "Orion, your nephew can't take a loss, what should we do if he tries to run?"
Orion replied, "He won't get far."
Sebastian looked up in shock at his uncle's icy tone and thought, "Uncle, aren't we supposed to be on the same side? Xanthea is going to punish us!"
Xanthea, with a satisfied nod, squinted her smiling eyes.
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