"Really?"
Astrid narrowed her eyes, her crimson pupils gaining an indescribable allure under the light.
She knew Lyra was easily shy, but this innocent girl, who would blush just from being stared at, was simply too adorable.
Perhaps she had played the role of the villain in front of Lyra for too long, but she had unconsciously come to enjoy this feeling of "teasing" her.
As Astrid moved closer, Lyra's heart raced, and she noticed that the breath Astrid exhaled carried no trace of alcohol, but instead a hint of rose fragrance.
"...Really," Lyra answered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
Noticing that the woman's cheeks showed no sign of redness, and recalling her earlier observation, Lyra realized something and felt a momentary relief.
So... Princess Astrid hadn't been drinking...
Looking at Lyra, who was on the verge of turning into a steam engine, Astrid decided not to push further and stopped teasing her. She crossed her arms and spoke softly.
