"So, it's Miss Christina, the so-called swordswoman. We meet again. Young Master Watson has already explained it to me. What happened just now was all a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry for accidentally misjudging you."
Nightingale stood in a room in the Golden Quill Pavilion and bowed to Christina.
It had been half an hour since the fierce fight in the hot spring. After Watson put on his clothes and explained to Nightingale until his mouth was dry, Nightingale finally believed that nothing had happened between him and Christina.
"You are worried about your master's safety, which I can understand, but it seems like you have a special relationship with your master."
Christina was in a white robe and armor. She held a cup as she sipped it. Her eyes were looking back and forth between Nightingale and Watson, who were sitting opposite her, with a profound meaning.
