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Chapter 195
"A person helping the sick and someone who secretly watches and thinks badly of them––who's really the crude one between them?"
"What?"
"Think about it. For someone to be called 'crude,' they must have spoken or acted accordingly. But no matter how I think about it, helping others doesn't seem more crude than secretly watching and speaking ill of them."
"..."
With a face red as if about to burst, Lesa Twinde didn't say a word. Or maybe she couldn't.
I tilted my head, looking at her.
"And I like any man? All I did was take care of my people with goodwill..."
Hmm. Upon reflection, I found her even ruder.
I continued in a teasing tone on purpose, "Have you been so obsessed with men that everything you see is through that lens?"
Having her own words turned against her, she might be at a loss for words. It was undeniably effective.
"..."
