"Tch, who's going to have children with you."
Jeanne sneered softly and raised her chin: "Look, there's not even time to whisper to you, how long have you been out? Those young girls couldn't wait to chase after you."
As soon as she finished speaking, three figures flashed in the corridor.
Having had some wine produced in the Sicily military district, Viviana, Lavinia, and Cherina all had slightly flushed faces.
"Why did you come out already?"
Lavinia adjusted her slightly slippin' gold-rimmed glasses: "The minstrel was just telling about our battle against the Saracens at Burullus Lakebank, but the process was somewhat distorted, making it a bit embarrassing to listen to."
Just now, a group of minstrels were surrounding her, drawing all the attention, she couldn't really hold up.
"It was too stuffy inside."
This was Cherina's feeling. As someone with an Assassin background, she was not very accustomed to being exposed to so many gazes.
"I've always disliked such occasions."
