Chapter 3
And so, from that moment on, every meal Leonia ate contained plenty of meat.
Ferio refused to leave for the Voreoti territory until she had eaten to the point that her stomach was full and she let out a proper burp.
“...I’m so full.”
Having eaten too much, Leonia lay sprawled across the carriage seat, sluggish and drowsy. A few small hiccups escaped her lips.
“What if you throw up?”
“Then I will.”
Ferio answered flatly, reviewing documents in his seat.
“But this carriage is expensive. It would be a waste. And it would be hard for the cleaners.”
“...Why are you worrying about that?”
Ferio was genuinely curious.
Only then did Leonia slowly sit up.
The bright blue dress, the fur cloak, and the red ribbon neatly tying her hair together—it all suited her so well that it was as if she had always worn such things.