What Should We Do?

Just as Natasha was about to ask something, a string of greetings suddenly sounded from behind them.

Nalant and Natasha both froze, then turned to look behind them.

Stella, draped in a snow-white cape and surrounded by a group of little maids, had already arrived before them.

"Sir Nalant, it seems this expedition has been very leisurely and pleasant for you. Not only did you have a luncheon of roasted meat and fine wine, but you even had a great beauty at your side!" Before Nalant could offer a greeting, Stella's voice, tinged with frost, reached him.

"Cough, cough!" Nalant was left helpless by those suddenly icy words. This did not sound like the way a cold and aloof goddess ought to greet someone.

After coughing dryly twice, Nalant spoke with a wry smile. "Miss Stella, we haven't left Fire Dragon Castle Fortress yet, so I thought I'd take this chance to reward the subordinates who performed well!"

"Is that so?"

Stella first looked at Natasha, then turned her gaze to the nineteen girls seated on the carpet nearby, eating skewers.

Yet when she saw that there truly were so many delicate little girls, her expression instead grew even colder.

She had come to verify the rumors, and they had clearly now been confirmed.

And these delicate little girls were subordinates who had performed outstandingly?

What about those guards, then?

More importantly, Nalant had ignored her well-intentioned warnings and continued associating with Natasha, behaving so intimately with her...

Did this Flower of Tulip eat gunpowder today? Nalant found that after his explanation, Stella's expression had only become colder.

For a moment, he could not figure out what this cold and aloof goddess was thinking.

He could not help looking toward Lina. This little maid had always treated him well; perhaps