At those times, she maintained a polite smile, and then, once the business was concluded, she would return to her cold expression to keep them at a distance.
She made her smile as rarely as possible to make men try hard to please her.
This was how she had survived so far. And honestly, she was tired of it.
That's why she kept asking Alan about his feelings, adding more and more demands.
Even though having fun with many women was normal in Bastion, she demanded that Alan only have eyes for her.
Alan swiftly agreed to this. Right now, she felt impatient to find out the truth.
Gon looked at the woman up and down, noting she was a beauty. But he had become quite immune to such allure, having enjoyed his days with his women.
"You must be Isolde, right? The one Alan is stalking."
"Hey Gon, is that Reina talking? Why do you say I am stalking her?"
