Chapter 262 - 6.22 Maia's Ideal Type

A muffled shriek escaped her lips as she stood up abruptly, almost toppling the chair behind her. Her eyes were sparkling in awe and wonder, hands clasped tightly over her mouth. "Oh goodness, damn it—" What came out of her lips next was a string of curses that made even Jillian — who had spent half of his life mingling with rough soldiers and confident when he said he had heard all the harshest curse words there were — wince and had to painstakingly curb the urge to chuck the woman out of the window. He glared at her. What was up with this weird woman? Why was she looking at Regius with those huge, starry eyes?!