Luka couldn't understand Vivienne well; he wanted to ask her the reason for her visit, but each time he hinted at it, she would skirt the topic or talk about something else.
Eventually, breakfast came to an end, with the maids slowly removing the empty plates and bowls, leaving a small chilled pitcher of ale for them to drink.
He glanced at the sweet, dark red liquid and smiled, taking a small sip, the fruity, acidic taste spreading through his mouth. At this time, water was too dangerous to drink without sterilisation and boiling it enough to drink took far too long.
"So, are you going to keep ignoring my question. Lady Vivienne?"
"Oh, please~ call me Vivi, stop being so distant when we're engaged, Luka."
Luka leaned back while taking a swig of his ale with closed eyes.
'The thing with Galatea seems to have really upset her...'
