"?"
After hearing Griseo's answer, W felt her anger surge up again.
But since she couldn't lay a hand on her and had nowhere to vent, she could only barely maintain her expression as she stepped forward once more, pinched the little girl's soft cheeks with both hands, and tugged them outward.
Thankfully, W still had some sense left, so her movements were fairly gentle.
"Didn't I just say it? Are you really playing dumb? Didn't you paint her in that painting? That Highness."
"I... I don't know. That painting was based on W's colors..." Griseo explained, her words slurred by her pinched cheeks.
At the same time, the colors belonging to Mudrock on the little girl's body rapidly faded after W touched her for the second time, already so faint they were nearly gone.
And just as Griseo was about to start taking on W's colors, a small rock flew straight at W from afar.
"!"
Noticing it, W instinctively released her hands and nimbly dodged the "attack," then turned to look at her assailant.
"Mm."
Before Griseo could say anything, a hand in a thick, heavy glove suddenly pressed her into a soft embrace.
"You shouldn't have laid hands on her."
After pulling the little girl into her arms, Mudrock looked sternly at W and warned her.
"Tch. What's it got to do with you?"
W looked at Mudrock, who had suddenly appeared and ruined her fun. A trace of displeasure flashed through her golden eyes before she gave a provocative smile.
"Griseo came to find me at my invitation. Since that's the case, I'll ensure her safety." Mudrock paid no attention to the provocation. Her scarlet eyes were filled with resolve and sincerity.
Mudrock had always been this sort of person. She had her own principles, and