Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Chapter 532: Gourmet (3)

”Not until it was too late.”

Lucavion arched a brow.

Aeliana leaned forward slightly, smirking. ”There was a banquet. A major diplomatic gathering. I was twelve.”

Lucavionʼs smirk widened. ”Oh, this is going to be good.”

Aeliana ignored him, continuing, ”My father had me seated next to some high-ranking officials. The food was extravagant, of course, carefully prepared by the best chefs in the region. But then—one of the foreign ambassadors praised a particular dish, calling it a specialty of his homeland.”

Lucavion tilted his head. ”And?”

Aelianaʼs smirk turned positively devilish. ”And I, without thinking, corrected him.”

Lucavion blinked. Then—he laughed. A real, warm chuckle that slipped out before he could stop it. ”You corrected an ambassador? At twelve?”

Aeliana shrugged, entirely unapologetic. ”I told him that the dish was an imitation. That the seasoning was off, and that the cooking technique didnʼt match the regionʼs traditional methods.” She took a slow sip of her tea. ”I also might have suggested that the chef had either mislearned the recipe… or deliberately altered it for a noble palate.”

Lucavion stared at her, then shook his head, grinning. ”I can only imagine your fatherʼs face.”

Aeliana chuckled. ”He was… stunned. Silent. He just sat there as the ambassador looked at me, then at the food, then back at me.”

Lucavion leaned forward slightly, his voice filled with amusement. ”And the verdict?”

Aeliana smirked. ”The ambassador tasted the dish again and agreed with me.”

Lucavion exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. ”Seven hells.”

Aeliana hummed. ”That was the moment my father realized my mother had been doing something behind his back. He didnʼt know whether to be furious or impressed.”

Lucavion shook his head, chuckling. ”And your mother?”

”She was delighted,” Aeliana said, smirking. ”She leaned over and whispered, ʼSurprise.ʼ”

Lucavion couldnʼt help but laugh. ”She sounds… incredible.”

Aelianaʼs smirk softened slightly. ”She was.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet clinking of dishes, the distant murmur of the market outside, the warm glow of lanterns casting soft shadows on their table.

Lucavion watched her, his usual teasing smirk tempered by something more knowing. ”She must have been proud of you.”

Aeliana exhaled, her gaze lowering slightly. ”Iʼd like to think so.”

Lucavion studied her for a moment before leaning back, smirking again—but this time, his voice was smoother, lighter. ”Well, I suppose I should be grateful. Thanks to her, Iʼm enjoying the best meal Iʼve had in weeks.”

Aeliana scoffed, rolling her eyes. ”Obviously.”

Lucavion chuckled. ”And here I thought I was supposed to be the arrogant one.”

Aeliana smirked. ”You are. But I know when Iʼm right.”

Lucavion exhaled, shaking his head. ”Terrifying.”

Aeliana took another sip of her tea, her smirk lingering. ”Youʼre learning.”

Lucavion tilted his cup toward her in a small, amused gesture of acknowledgment.

For a while, Aeliana remained silent, letting the warmth of her tea settle in her hands. But then—

She noticed it.

The faintest movement of his lips, forming words without sound.

Must have been nice…

Aelianaʼs fingers stilled against her cup. If not for her skill in reading lips—a necessary talent honed from years of courtly observation—she wouldnʼt have caught it at all.

Her gaze flickered up, sharp, assessing.

”What must have been nice?”

Lucavion froze for a fraction of a second.

His eyes, which had been lazily focused on the lanternʼs glow against his cup, snapped to hers. A brief hesitation—barely noticeable, just a flicker—but Aeliana caught it.

He hadnʼt meant to be heard.

Aeliana tilted her head slightly, her amber eyes unwavering. ”You said something just now.”

Lucavion blinked once. Twice. Then—he exhaled, tilting his head with his usual smirk. ”Did I?” His voice was smooth, easy. ”Strange, I donʼt recall.”

Aeliana wasnʼt fooled.

She leaned forward slightly, her expression unreadable. ”You did.”

Lucavionʼs fingers drummed lightly against the table. A beat of silence stretched between them.

Then, he clicked his tongue lightly, as if caught in a harmless lie, shaking his head. ”Youʼre relentless, arenʼt you?”

Aeliana didnʼt smile.

She just held his gaze.

Lucavionʼs smirk wavered for half a second. Not in defeat, but in realization.

Realization of the fact that Aeliana was not the type to drop these topics.

He exhaled, rolling his shoulders. ”Itʼs nothing, really. Just a passing thought.”

Aeliana didnʼt look away. ”Try me.”

Lucavion hesitated. Not in fear, not in reluctance, but in that rare moment of calculation—deciding whether or not to let her see just a little further past his usual mask.

His smirk returned, lighter this time, but there was something behind it. Something quieter.

”…Your mother,” he murmured, swirling his tea absentmindedly. ”The way you spoke about her.” His voice was smooth, unhurried. ”The way she taught you things, took you places. The way she challenged your father—not out of defiance, but because she wanted to show him new things.” His smirk softened, but his eyes…

There was something melancholy there.

Lucavion exhaled, tilting his head as he lifted his cup. ”Must have been nice.”

Aelianaʼs fingers curled slightly against the table.

She understood the weight of those words now.

This wasnʼt just a passing comment.

It was something else.

Something that made her want to press on.

ʼLucavion doesnʼt let things slip.ʼ

That was something Aeliana had learned quickly. He spoke in layers, wrapped his words in mischief, controlled the conversation with ease. He could turn the sharpest questions into harmless banter, shift the weight of any topic before it became too real.

So then—

ʼWhy does it feel like he didnʼt mean to say that at all?ʼ

Aeliana had seen many versions of Lucavion. The arrogant wanderer. The playful strategist. The man who teased, who provoked, who always seemed to hold the upper hand in every exchange.

But this—this was something else.

A glimpse beneath the mask.

And she wasnʼt about to let it disappear.

She exhaled softly, watching him. His smirk was still there, perfectly in place, but his eyes hadnʼt caught up to the performance yet.

”Why?” she asked.

Lucavion glanced at her, raising a brow. ”Hmm?”

Aeliana tilted her head, her voice measured, smooth. ”Why with that face?”

Lucavion blinked.

For a brief second—just a second—his expression faltered.

It was subtle. A flicker in his gaze, a pause in the way he held his cup. Not shock, not even discomfort.

Just pause.

Aeliana didnʼt miss it.

ʼThere it is.ʼ

She leaned in slightly, her amber eyes never leaving his. ”You always have a smirk, donʼt you?” she murmured. ”Always so quick with words, so effortless in how you dodge things.”

Lucavion exhaled, his smirk curling back into place as if resetting. ”Flattery will get you nowhere, Little Ember.”

Aeliana ignored him.

”But just now,” she continued, her voice quieter, ”you werenʼt teasing. You werenʼt making light of it.” She studied him carefully. ”So why? Why did you say that like that?”

Lucavion clicked his tongue lightly, tilting his head. ”Arenʼt you overthinking this?”

ʼAnd there it is. The attempt to shift.ʼ

Aeliana exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. ”I donʼt drop things easily. You should know that by now.”

Lucavion chuckled, but it was softer this time. ”Yes, Iʼve suffered greatly because of it.”

Aeliana smirked, but it didnʼt quite reach her eyes. ”Then answer me.”

Lucavion met her gaze. And for the first time in a long while—

He didnʼt have an immediate response.

He just looked at her.

And Aeliana realized something in that moment.

ʼI want to know.ʼ

It wasnʼt just curiosity. Not the simple urge to uncover a secret, to get the last word in a battle of wits.

She wanted to know more about him.

The parts he didnʼt talk about. The things that made him slip, even for a second.

She wanted to understand.