215 Chapter 215: Witches

"I'll take the good news," Lloyd said, sniffing the wine. 

He could smell it in the wine. There was way too much pixie mixture in it. He should have guessed that Noir was not one to give up so easily. But what was she? Three? Only a child would play such an obvious prank on someone like him, Lloyd thought, shaking his head. Tilting the glass slightly towards his lips, he acted as if taking a sip. Noir smiled happily at the action, taking another sip from her glass. 

"The last piece of the prophecy was in Afvelon." She began, "But the Duke Aponeus said that he lost in the attack."

"Is this supposed to be good news?" Lloyd asked, casually keeping the glass down on the table. 

Though he looked relaxed, the sharpness of his voice reminded her of his impatience. He leaned to his right, resting his face on his palm. Noir huffed, looking irritated.