She originally thought this would be a female knight who was stern and full of dignity.
She once again bent her knees slightly to express her gratitude: "I will, thank you for your hospitality, and please also convey my thanks to everyone."
"You're welcome."
Watching Chelina leave, his gaze lingered on the fluffy gray tail behind the girl—it swayed with each step.
It made people want to reach out and touch it.
"Hey, is it nice to look at?"
At some unknown time, a voice appeared beside Losa, startling him.
He turned to look back.
Jeanne was sitting on the railing of the courtyard corridor.
She was holding a bottle of spiced hot wine, her elbow resting on her knee.
Seeing Losa look over, she put down the wine bottle and made a very exaggerated semicircular gesture: "It's big, you know, no less than Miss Prajna, and she's even a beast-eared girl."
Losa, embarrassed and angry, said: "I was just looking at the tail!"
