Chapter 262
“Ian, let’s walk a little slower! And just in case you don’t know, I’ll tell you. The dining hall, isn’t it that way? It’s the complete opposite direction? Have we really come this far?”
Ian turned to look at Beric, who was trotting along behind him, with a quizzical smile. This was Beric, who had sprawled on the sofa even with the prince present. His body was still in terrible condition, yet seeing him push himself like this meant he must have an ulterior motive.
Ian asked back without slowing his pace.
“Did the person in charge ban you from the dining hall?”
So why didn’t you just steal meat in moderation, Ian didn’t bother to add. Whether he said it or not, it probably wouldn’t mean much to Beric.
Instead of wasting time on regret and reflection, wasn’t it more his style to look for another entrance to the dining hall?
“Huh, how did you know?”
“It’s written all over your face.”
“My face?! Huh?!”