The morning came too soon.
"Um..."
Beatrice stood up, clutching her throbbing head.
The events of the day prior flashed through her dazed mind.
"Ah..."
Her face turned red as she remembered everything she had said while drunk.
"Gosh, why did I do that?"
Beatrice slammed her fists into the blanket hard when she remembered the masked man she met in front of the inn yesterday…
And his wife and the siblings who were by his side.
Thinking of them made her smile, but she quickly shook her head and sighed.
"To join a party with someone I've never met before..."
She couldn't bear to listen to the story of the masked man, Red Mill.
He was both pitiable and admirable, despite being older than her.
Rather than simply watching him struggle, she felt compelled to help him.
The mask concealed his expression, b...
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