With a cold snort, Lillian threw her hunting gear heavily on the grass.
Ivana glanced at the exposed white skin of hers and slightly raised an eyebrow.
Lillian glared at her, her hand reaching over and unraveling the belt hastily.
The old butler, taking in the situation, frowned slightly and approached Ivana, intending to say something.
Before he could speak, Ivana was already yawning.
"It's hot!" she muttered as she looked up at the blazing sun, "I'm heading back to the campsite first."
Letting Lillian make a fool of herself was one thing, but after all, Lillian was a princess. Ivana didn't want to go too far, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble for Lucas Walker.
She intentionally announced her return, to save face for Lillian. As a wise figure, Lillian should know when to cut her losses.
The elderly butler noticeably relaxed and promptly gestured to several soldiers.
"Back to the campsite!"
After a few whistle signals, they followed Ivana and left.
