Divorce Manual

Chapter 53

"It's Abella Diago."

"First time? No, no."

Abella lowers her head slightly as the wizard shakes her head at the greeting.

"This is the second time. I'm a sorcerer, Red-haired Ronnie."

Red-haired Ronnie says with her head bows. It's as if she knows what happened last night since she says it is their second meeting.

"Ah."

Haha, so you've seen it all then.

In that moment, it's difficult to manage her facial expressions, so she draws the corners of her mouth up and smiles.

Your first impression of me must have been very intense.

She decides to think positively because she'll never forget herself in any situation like that again.

At the same time, she thinks, 'Should I have just been alone?'

She thought it might have been better to just sit alone in the bedroom and chew on the shame that she has committed the day before,

"Is that so?"

She laughs gracefully.

"Because I can't remember."

Abella attempts to look a bit more elegant, trying to show Ronnie that she's not the person she saw yesterday.

"Oh, yes. You vomited incredibly, so it'd weird if you remember."

Ronnie claps her hands and clicks her tongue like she couldn't see the efforts that Abella's put in.

"You were really amazing!"

"What?"

In an instant, she turns embarrassed because she couldn't understand what about it that Ronnie said was great.

"I've never seen it before."

"........"

"I've seen it a few times among dwarves, but I didn't think there would be anyone among the nobles who could do such a great job."

At the moment, Abella ponders what makes her the same as the dwarfs.

She's making fun of me, isn't she?

Abella comes to such conclusion.

However—

"I was really surprised."

If she looks at just Ronnie's expression and the way she's speaking right now, it doesn't seem to be sarcastic.

The way she looks at me with glistened eyes and admiration, it seems like sincerity.

Therefore, first thing first.

"Thank you."

She answers back.

I don't know what I did, but it seems certain that I've won the favor of high-spoken wizards.

"I mean it sincerely. Your appearance that I saw yesterday was phenomenal."

"Ah......."

What have I done? After listening to Pope's words or Charles's words, I don't think I did anything that deserves rave reviews.

"What?"

"Drinking again after vomiting."

".......What?"

What is she saying right now?

She wonders if she's heard Ronnie wrong, so she tilts her head and closes her mouth.

Ronnie, whose eyes sparkle, talks with excitement as if she doesn't care at all about such things.

"I love drinking. However, my tolerance is so weak that it's always difficult every time I drank. I want to drink this and that, but if I drink it mixed them, my body suffers."

That's the same for me.

"After vomiting, Your Grace said that she was feeling better so she drank again. I felt it when I saw it. Oh, that's really not an ordinary person."

"......"

Oh, he's not making fun of me.

She's really feeding my ego.

As Ronnie continues, she could see most of the people around her turn around and hold back their laughter.

"Whew—"

"Therefore, during my stay at Lapel, I would like Your Grace to coach..."

Staring into Ronnie's twinkling eyes, it's as if she's asking to be her sidekick.

"Red-haired Ronnie?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Abella calls on her to stop talking.

"Shall we talk about that problem later and start with work? They are all busy people."

"Ah yes!"

"Then the rest of you, please introduce yourself."

Only then, Ronnie suddenly slaps her forehead then clears her voice.

"Ah! I just talked about myself. Sorry. This is Whitebeard Chase, and this is Mustache Barker. Lastly, our boss is still talking with His Grace."

No way.

"The Archmage...?"

"No, but my boss is a wizard master."

Well, it's a little out of the blue for the Archmage to come just to sterilize the milk.

"Yes."

As if hearing Abella's disappointment, Ronnie opens her eyes wide, urgently adding words to her statement.

"But he is an incredible man that will soon become an archmage."

At a moment's notice, her chatter starts again.

"Now, shall we go this way? Paul?"

Abella stops talking and reaches out her hand.

Somehow, I strongly feel that today is going to be a long one.