Astrid said angrily.
Marquis Frankimir looked at the girl and then at the boy.
His gaze wandered around the shop and the old woman, quickly realizing what had happened.
A moment's hesitation flashed across his face, but it soon settled into a calm, cold tone:
"I don't care what happened between you before, now get back to your respective tribe's quarters! With guests of the Castel family present, do you want them to see the North as a joke?"
Upon hearing Marquis Frankimir's words, the boy respectfully complied, then threw a provocative smile at the girl.
Astrid grew even angrier.
Marquis Frankimir seemed to reprimand both sides, but in reality, he was taking sides.
"What? Do you have a problem with that?"
Marquis Frankimir glanced at the stubborn-looking girl and asked coldly.
Astrid's lips tightened even more.
