Once again, ‘Delphine Yurdina’ was a woman resembling a storm.
Unpredictable and her ulterior motives unknown. The things she occasionally did had enormous ripple effects, often making it hard to even grasp how to clean up.
Truly a woman fitting the nickname ‘storm.’
Moreover, the point that only ruins remained in the passed path was exactly alike.
Unfortunately.
As I wore a sullen expression without saying anything, Delphine senior’s laughter, which had been giggling for a while, subsided.
To the extent that dew formed at the corners of those alluring eyes, how enjoyable it had been.
On the other hand, my appearance was wretchedly ruined.
The disheveled hair and attire in the meantime represented the hardships I had gone through. It was the result of being nagged by two women.
Just closing my eyes replayed the immediate memory.
The Saintess, who had been slapping my back saying she couldn’t live like this, and the princess shaking my shoulder with an urgent expression.
“I can’t live, I can’t live… I really can’t live! See, I told you! Be careful, earlier!”
“It’s a lie, right? Huh? Sir Ian… Think back slowly. It doesn’t make sense… It doesn’t!”
Pak, pak, pak!
Each time the tearful Saintess’s hand struck my back hard, Cien’s anxious…