"Lord Aiden, you faithless scoundrel! A fickle heartbreaker!!" Fille's protest, brimming with dissatisfaction, came out of the blue.
Aiden turned to look at Fille, seeing her pouting at him with a wronged expression and replied indifferently, "Haven't seen you for a few days, and you're stirring up trouble again? Quite capable, aren't you?"
"Who's stirring up trouble?" Fille knocked on the prison door and protested loudly, "I heard that you've found yourself another lover behind my back!"
"First, I don't have any lover. Second, even if I did, that would be my freedom, which has nothing to do with you, so there is no 'behind your back' or not," retorted Aiden, unfazed. "Third, where did you hear such rumors, huh?"
"Just admit it, has there been an incredibly beautiful woman coming to see you every day recently, bringing you flowers and expensive gifts?" Fille uncharacteristically stood up to Aiden with confidence.
"That statement isn't quite accurate," Aiden raised a finger.
