Where did these jokers come from?
Or is it that I've completely lost all my charm now? Am I really so washed up that I can't even tempt a few young lads anymore?
Does this mean my feminine allure is officially dead?
No way! I can't let this slide!
Lady Veylanther thought to herself, gritting her teeth.
Originally, she had planned to just play along with Sir Murphy's instructions—act like a clown, go through the motions, let them take her outside for the sake of completing the task—but now the situation had escalated into one where her very feminine allure was being questioned!
"My wound... ah."
After Bo Gang had walked a few steps, Lady Veylanther, who was being carried on his back, suddenly let out a cry of pain. It seemed like her wound had been jostled, causing her discomfort, and her body twisted because of it.
