"Didn't you say you wanted to see Minthara? Why aren't you in a rush anymore?" Walking through the dim corridor, Astarion looked at Ethemon, who seemed to have calmed down, and asked with some curiosity.
Ethemon's expression stiffened. Facing the tease, he helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not in a rush. I was just too impatient earlier. Even if that Drow and I really knew each other before, I have no memories now, so going there would be useless. It might even arouse suspicion. Even if we're going to find her later, we need to put on some disguise." Ethemon was very conflicted. Whenever he searched for his past, he felt he couldn't control his emotions, with anger boiling deep in his heart.
Astarion carefully observed Ethemon's expression, making sure he had truly calmed down before letting go of his suspended heart—he had genuinely felt a terrifying murderous intent coming from Ethemon just moments ago.
Chapter 39