"Evan, you've got pineapple wine in your inventory, right? I wanna borrow some."
"Ohh…but it's not gonna be for free."
"Come on, bro. Can't you help a friend?"
"Don't worry, I'll give you a discount."
Artemisia calmly diverted her gaze from the two discussing a strange transaction, focusing instead on Arthur, who was retrieving the bodies of the attackers she had left alive for questioning.
Since they were unfamiliar with the Dimensional Realm's name, its races, and the reason for the ambush, she deemed it necessary to keep some assailants alive.
"Before we talk about questioning, you need a change of clothes, Artemisia.
Any more and I'd be able to see your underwear. You too, Beatrix."
Arthur remarked, pointing at Artemisia's wet shirt, now stained with blood. With a sigh, Artemisia glanced down at her shirt, then turned her gaze toward the culprit responsible—Beatrix, who flinched and darted behind Evan to hide.
