“Then are you certain this matter is really connected to his disappearance?” Lance said as she overlapped the two pieces of cloth in her hands and stitched them with matching thread. “That footman was just like Dance—another slimy, disgusting creature… He pretended to pick something up and deliberately pinched the pad of my finger. Then again, this castle normally doesn’t have even half a woman in it. No wonder they get so excited.”
At that, little Lance looked at Leif and suddenly thought of a witty jab—something she could use to mock how Leif’s appeal was even worse than...
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