Lucia went to see His Highness with the ores in her hands, dwelling on Nightingale's words.
In truth, she was shocked by the calm attitude showed by Nightingale.
Although she did not quite understand exactly what love was, she knew that the witches and the prince could never be together. Thus, should not Nightingale carefully hide her feelings deep in her heart rather than letting the other side know the truth?
Moreover, why would herself, being just as a listener, feel embarrassed and blush?
Standing outside the door, Lucia took a deep breath and stepped in.
"Your Highness, I've brought the ores."
"Let me see." Roland yawned.
This ruler of Border Town looked normal. He seemed still sleepy with his bleary eyes as if he had not long awoken from his noon nap. He was leaning on his chair in a casual manner and was easygoing when he spoke, totally different from the other nobles.
