Nidhogg's remarks were objectively harsh and a tinge bitter, which even a cultured gentleman may not be able to tolerate, let alone expect Vinea to accept them humbly.
"Babble! Babble! Ba…fu!!"
Before she finished the last phrase, Vinea's mouth was stuffed with her most favorite pineapple bread. Under the influence of wheat flour, sugar, and butter, the mirthful little girl and the major shareholders initiated a deep discussion about their iniquitous acts and the sheer joy they derived from them, particularly between two or more men. Roland, who was perspiring profusely, carefully distanced himself from them and slipped behind the bar counter. After a while, the boy with a tray of drinks circled back to the princess.
"Have some hot drinks, tiredness and bad moods not only harm beauty but also affect health."
He put down two cups of steaming coffee, sat down arrogantly, and Minerva opposite him frowned slightly, then her expression returned to her usual dim composure.
