"Sorry, Lady Nora! I was too anxious just now and didn't notice... I'm sorry!"
Gwen stood before Nora with her head lowered, tears in her eyes. Nora was currently being held by Nini as she angrily berated Gwen.
Theus watched the scene with mixed laughter and tears. Sometimes, he felt that the older Gwen only looked older; war had tempered her into seeming much more mature, but her nature was actually more like that of a child.
On the other hand, the younger Gwen always gave people a more mature impression. The contrast was quite striking.
After scolding Gwen for quite some time, Nora still wasn't satisfied. She jumped up and fiercely headbutted her once, then returned to Nini's arms with an indignant huff.
Nini held her up with two hands, gently rubbing her head with another two, while her remaining hands wrote something in a notebook.
Wait!
Theus suddenly had a bad feeling. If Nini kept writing, tomorrow's newspaper might become contaminated the moment anyone read it. He hurriedly stepped forward and came before Gwen.
"Long time no see, Gwen. Would you like to look around Blood Port first, or go straight to Castel?"
Theus's previous agreement with Nora had been that "Castel is the homeland of Northern Territory refugees." Since Theus, as the lord, was providing shelter and aid, and had specifically mentioned Castel, Castel Island naturally had to be open to them.
Although because of Castel Syndrome, the number of people permitted onto the island had always been strictly controlled... mainly due to the limited number of hospital beds.
But Gwen seemed to be adapting quite well at the moment. No matter how he looked at it, she didn't seem like she was about to go mad.
Gwen was curiously looking around, secretly pressing down with her