"What are you doing with all those baskets?" Ronan repeated his question.
"I-I… just want to exercise," answered Arielle casually.
Currently, she now juggled various excuses in her head so that Priest Elis wouldn't be blamed.
"Exercise? With dirty clothes?" asked Ronan again. He narrowed his eyes, looked at Arielle with a gaze that seemed to be able to pierce the girl's soul and read her mind.
"Your Majesty…. I… got bored sitting around in my room doing nothing, so I went around to sweat." Arielle was still trying to come up with the perfect excuse.
"By bringing a basket of dirty clothes with you?" Ronan's eyebrow rose.
"Um… this is my way of doing exercise, Your Majesty."
"What kind of exercise involves a dirty laundry basket?"
Arielle closed her eyes, sighed, and held in her temper. Why did the man keep pressing her by bringing up what she was carrying? She already knew she was carrying a dirty laundry basket!
