On a forest path, a small troop of about fifty people was slowly moving south.
Nearing noon, the group stopped and set up camp by a stream.
"Brother, wake up, it's lunchtime!"
Anna jostled Count Evan a few times, but found that there was no movement from him.
She knit her brows, clenched her small fists, and delivered a heavy blow to Count Evan's abdomen.
"Ah! Oh——"
The unfortunate Count Evan threw up directly as a result of the seemingly casual punch.
After the upheaval, Count Evan looked back at his violent sister, panting, "Why so angry this early?"
"Early? It's noon!"
Count Evan waved his hand weakly, "What's the difference?"
"Food's ready, do you want to eat?"
"Yes, yes!" Count Evan quickly struggled to get up.
He knew that if he didn't eat now, his ruthless sister would really let him go hungry until evening.
Even traveling outdoors, lunch, as expected of St. Prowse's family, was quite lavish, although the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
