This idiot is so naive. He actually wants to go against the Wind Forest's army, and he is dragging everyone in the restaurant down along with him. Isn't this akin to sending themselves there to be killed? Camilla tilted her head back as she took a big gulp of wine on the top of a tree branch. She let out a breath of white puff with a hint of impatience and melancholy in between her eyebrows.
"Madam, Miss Gloria starts to shower!" Right at this moment, Caesar called out softly.
"Where is it!?" Camilla, who was initially standing on top of the tree branch, changed into a hanging position, and stared at the little window that had a dim light on.
"Rip!"
Before she could even see anything clearly, the curtains were drawn close.
"No more," Caesar said resignedly.
