"Don’t worry about it too much, Della. I don’t know what has happened to Stigma, but I can see that he’s now changing. He’s much more confident than before," the white-shirted girl said.
The girl in red was called Della. She walked to the window of the reading room and stood beside the girl in white to peek outside.
A small banner of Knights in black heavy armor was escorting a handsome young man out of the manor.
The man’s hair was soft and silky smooth that it even reflected the golden sunlight.
He was saying goodbye to a middle-aged noblewoman by the gate with a polite smile on his face.
"That’s Philip, right? He’s here for you." The white-shirted girl asked as she watched the scene.
"Yeah…He’s hard to deal with." Della shrugged. "This guy is like a sticky glue that you just can’t get rid of. It has been so many years, but he has yet to impress me…"
