“...Partlan Young Lady?”

Serlan Gongja’s face showed clear signs of confusion, as if he were facing something he shouldn't be.

“Could you please answer?”

Usually, Joy would give her opponent time to calm down and respond, but this time she didn’t. She urged for an answer in an unusually cold voice.

“...Ah. I mean, I just saw Young Lady Alrn at the festival and was expressing my admiration.”

Just a moment ago, Serlan Gongja’s face had been flushed due to my provocation, but after Joy’s appearance, that expression had changed.

His face was pale like that of a corpse.

I …