"Hello, I'm Lugh Von Heim,"
He said, speaking with an awkward confidence, arms outstretched for a handshake.
Aveline stifled a laugh.
The person he reached out to glanced at him warily.
"Yeah, we know who you are."
Then he turned to leave, leaving Lugh's hand hanging like a forgotten flag.
Lugh sighed. With an activation of Force Control, he wrung the guy's clothes.
"What the—?"
Before the boy could even react, his upright body was dragged across the marble floor, brought face to face with Lugh—whose hands had remained in the exact same position.
Lugh spoke.
"I might not be well-versed in etiquette, but I'm pretty sure when someone introduces themselves, you're supposed to do the same."
"Y-you don't know who I am?"
"Why? Are you important enough for me to know?"
He glared at Lugh.
"Smile."
Lugh followed the voices in his head and let out a slow smile. From experience, a smile was supposed to be both a mask and a shield—the ultimate tool for social interactions.
