After the mysterious young woman left, Vertus wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.0

‘How could I make such a mistake?’ he thought.0

It wasn’t just a lack of decorum; it was an unimaginable level of rudeness. Vertus felt cold sweat running down his entire body. 0

If someone had done that to him, he would have been overcome by a murderous rage. He had never seen or heard of anyone spitting tea in someone else’s face, nor had he ever imagined doing something like that.0

It was an act that went beyond the bounds of decency. Yet, the woman seemed more surprised than angry. Her responses had been so absurd.0

Her hands had trembled excessively, which made him wonder why someone who didn’t even know his status would be so nervous. Then, she had suddenly claimed to be an alcoholic.0

That statement did not match her noble appearance at all.0

Her attire hadn’t been particularly luxurious, just ordinary. The large carrier she’d had with her didn’t seem to contain anything valuable, and the carrier itself wasn’t high-end. All things considered, she seemed more like a well-bred commoner.0

The only distinctive features were her radiant silver hair and her delicate, almost artistically-sculpted facial features. Her makeup had been heavy, but it didn’t seem out of place.0

She was a strange person in many ways.0

Even from a distance, while approaching the commotion, Vertus had heard her sharp voice.0

—“Hah, so you’re the type who resorts to violence when things don’t go your way aren’t you?”0

—“Are you sure you want to...0