"Muria!"
In the Guishuang Kingdom, the well-reputed young general stared dumbfounded at the youth sitting on the terrace, drinking his tea. Behind him stood two maids with weary faces, their hair wet with dew. They had been standing there with Muria for a day and a night.
"How? You're surprised to see me?" Muria looked emotionlessly at the armored young general.
"No, I…" Cold sweat trickled down Angelo's forehead. At that moment, he cursed the woman below him a thousand times over in his heart. He hadn't forgotten that the Countess had said she had kept this youth waiting for a day and a night. This is a grave offense, this is gravely offending Muria!
"Sit, you've been working for a day and night, you must be tired? Don't stand." Muria spoke indifferently, revealing no emotion.
"Uh, I am okay standing, I am not tired." Angelo wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a laugh.
