"Quit sitting there like a smiling idiot," Theresa said with a displeased expression as she sat in Erwin's arms and poked his cheek with her finger.

Erwin ignored her and continued to look out the window with an idiotic grin. A displeased pout appeared on her face upon seeing this, and she took a bit out of the green olive in her hand, upon which she shuddered as she exclaimed, "Oh, that's way too sour!"

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As the server brought the fruit platter to them, he had told them that it was still not the season for eating olives, so at the moment, they could only be infused into alcohol to lend the beverage a sour taste.

Hence, Theresa was well aware that these green olives were extremely sour, and she had only done this to aim an underhanded insult at Onean.

Ever since she had returned from the imperial conference, Onean had been looking very unhappy, and she had occasionally taken glances at Erwin with a murderous gleam in her eyes.

Theresa quickly realized that the emotion leading to Onean's abnormal demeanor was jealousy. No matter how intimate Theresa had been with Erwin, Onean had never looked at Erwin with this type of expression....