CLXXXI. The Night Before

The next stop of the Aran Imperial City.

Here, another group of nobles boarded the train, joining the leisurely sightseeing party.

Alanee finally caught up and was ready to take the train there and back. Although it was a trial run, with her status, she could ride as many times as she wanted.

Because she hastily made her way here, Alanee's forehead was faintly beaded with fragrant sweat.

The goateed elder servant accompanying her put on gloves and took out a brand-new, never-used silk handkerchief to hand to Alanee.

"Ah, Butler, what would I do without you?"

Alanee took the handkerchief and wiped her sweat, seeing that Grim beside her was unfazed, breathing without a hitch—it infuriated her, and she viciously pinched his waist.

"This subordinate deserves ten thousand deaths."

Grim showed no sign of sensation, merely bowing his head.

Alanee felt even more frustrated.