Albrecht wore a face full of gloom as he couldn't help but vent to the girl before him.
However, as he spoke, he finally realized...
By the True Ancestor!
Why had he blurted out all his true feelings again?!
Ah spit spit spit!
What True Ancestor above, bad luck bad luck!
Albrecht shuddered, hurriedly looking around with a mixture of shock and caution, as if afraid he might stir some presence and suddenly be engulfed in a crimson mist before being hauled in front of the Blood Throne.
Fortunately, aside from the gentle sea breeze and the melodious music from the banquet hall, there were no other abnormalities around.
Albrecht heaved a long sigh of relief.
At that time, he suddenly became aware that his conversation with the girl hadn't ended, and his recent outpouring was definitely a huge deduction to his score!
Albrecht was endlessly annoyed, yet when he looked at the girl, he noticed that the expression she wore while watching him seemed even happier.
Eh?
