"What should we do?"
Tilly pressed her lips into a thin line, seeing that all their eyes were on her once again. Patience filled everyone's eyes, hoping her silence meant she was pondering about it and not just pure silence.
When another minute had gone by, an abrupt noise and the appetizing scent of meat wafted everyone's noses. Everything instinctively raised their eyes to Fabian, only to see his bright smile that made his eyes mere slits.
"Please. Do not pressure Lady Tilly that much. Here, have some snacks —"
"Hey, Fabian. I heard you've idled in the Haimirich Empire for half a year before you showed up." Samael cut Fabian mid-sentence, crossing his arms while leaning back comfortably. "I shouldn't have trusted Sunny with your hands."
"The young miss was spoiled rotten in the palace."
"Even so, this guy right here is practically a stranger." Samael pointed at Abel with his thumb. "How can you trust him?"
