Chapter 142: Nursing (3)
༺ Nursing (3) ༻
If Lucia Greyhounder were to describe her feelings about Eleanor, she’d say that she didn’t have any particular emotions toward her.
She was just someone she’d occasionally encounter. Though they’d meet sometimes in social gatherings among the upper echelons of nobles, ultimately, they were merely acquaintances, nothing more, nothing less.
However, if they were to encounter each other like this, then the story would change.
‘What on earth is she doing…?’
She alternated her sharp glare between Dowd, who was miserably rolling on the floor, and Eleanor herself, who was letting out startled coughs.
“…Ah, no, so this, uh-”
Seeing the other woman stuttered, struggling to speak, her eyes narrowed even further.