Finally, after vomiting violently for who knew how many rounds, Shilai no longer felt nauseous. The Cavendish Family's Eldest Miss shakily leaned against the wall.
Tales also forcibly endured his nausea, desperately trying to get away from the large pool of filth.
Mm, half-digested steak—damn it, why did I have to think of that?!
And so, amid the mess and the pungent stench, the two weakened figures, Tales and Shilai, sat on the floor with their backs against the wall, supporting each other and trembling.
"Don't worry. I'll give the owner some extra money. For the cleaning fee."
"Is that the important part? Ah, my clothes..."
"They aren't yours. You swiped them from the theater."
Tales had no time to bicker with her. The soreness throughout his body had reached its limit, and he felt so miserable he wanted to pass out on the spot.
"You—huff—what's wrong?"
"You, again, wha—what's wrong?" Shilai awkwardly wiped her lips. Her voice came in broken gasps, as faint as a dying patient's.
Tales desperately tried to come up with a reason.
"I lost too much blood from my nose..."
"I lost too much menstrual blood..."
They both snorted in disdain at the same time.
They turned around with difficulty and saw each other's profiles from the corners of their eyes, over their shoulders.
"You think—huff—I'll believe that?"
Though each had their own hardships and pain, their eyes were filled with contempt and disdain. Clearly, neither believed the other's excuse.
"I... likewise."
But then they remembered something, and both were startled!
"From the shop, turn left when you leave, go straight to the third intersection, then turn right and go straight to the second intersection, turn left, and take the alley along the left-hand stone wall..."
"The third diagonal alley by the branch road near