Chapter 561
Thesaya let out a low, dry cough.
As Simon blinked in surprise, she asked, "Is there a problem?"
"Ah...haha. How embarrassing. I was so dazzled that I momentarily lost myself." Simon forced a laugh as he shifted his steps, sneaking another quick glance at Lucia.
However, Thesaya didn’t smile at all. On the contrary, her eyes grew even colder.
Instead of speaking, Ian stole a glance at Lucia. A fleeting worry brushed across his mind. Thankfully, she didn’t look amused or pleased. On the contrary, she gave a faint grimace, as if she found the whole thing distasteful.
So it was a needless concern after all.
"It seems the nobles of the capital enjoy rude jokes," said Thesaya.
As Simon, who had been reaching for the back of a chair, froze, she added, flicking her cigarette holder, "However, I am a noble of the South. I have no desire to share a ship with someone so rude."
"Excuse me?" Only then did Simon seem to realize that something was wrong, asking back a beat too late.
Thesaya looked up at him with cold eyes. "I am saying the offer is off. Please leave."
"N-No, wait a moment, Elder. I haven’t even had the chance to—" Simon, flustered, blurted out a protest. Behind him, Brennen raised a hand to his forehead, as if struck by a wave of dizziness.
"Don’t make me repeat myself." Thesaya cut him off coldly.