Shartia’s gaze as she looked at me felt… off.

“…?”

She couldn’t meet my eyes, as if she’d committed some great sin. It was the kind of look someone gives when they have countless questions but can’t bring themselves to voice even one.

‘…Is she looking for the restroom?’

That was the first thought that came to mind as I observed the unusually anxious look in Shartia’s eyes—so unlike the confident demeanor she always carried.

‘…This is bad.’

Of course, there was no way I could pin such an embarrassing assumption on a lady. With an awkward smile, I decided to speak to her first.