As if the frown on her face had been an illusion, Lubella greeted Wesker like nothing happened. She greeted him with perfect etiquette and politeness that it was unbelievable that she had been complaining about the man in front of her not long ago.

“I sure am lucky. I thought I would’ve had to return without seeing the Saintess today.”

“I apologize that I couldn’t keep my promise. It was for a very important matter, so I hope that you will quell your anger.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m angry? How could I be? Hasn’t it already been agreed between us that if the dragon slayers come, you would prioritize them above the promise we made between us? Of course. It’s only natural that you would place the dragon slayers above a mere duke’s son.” Although Wesker smiled and said that he completely understood, anyone could tell by his mocking tone that he didn’t truly mean his words. Weig’s fingers itched to move. At that instant, he wanted to pull out his sword and crack this arrogant guy’s head.

“Thank you for understanding.” In comparison, Lubella calmly bowed her head and asked, “But sir,...