Billy's Anger

"You two know how to be grateful, at least. So how are you going to repay me?" Nalant regarded the two of them as friends as well, so joking with them came naturally.

"Hehe, repay you? How about we treat you to the caravan at the rear tonight, Nalant? We won't be able to come back for at least ten days or half a month, so why not take the chance to have some fun tonight?" Boris readily caught on, lowering his voice with a lewd chuckle.

"Nalant, are you coming or not? That girl named Bella from last time was quite good. We went there several times afterward, and I heard quite a few nobles are pursuing her!"

Bella was the veiled girl who had served drinks in the tavern that time. Though only half her face had been visible, her lively eyes alone showed that she had truly grown into a beauty.

If they had not been looking out for Nalant, Boris and Rell would definitely have fought each other to make the first move.

Yet Nalant had refused to seize the opportunity, which left the two of them with a particularly deep impression of the girl.

Nalant, too, recalled the girl he had met only once, but he had no intention of going.

He was just about to speak, decline, and return to camp.

"Ahem!"

Just then, a light cough came from behind them.

"Er... Miss Stella, y-you... hello!"

The three turned around and discovered that Stella had somehow already left her tent. She stood behind them expressionlessly, having heard every word of their earlier conversation.

"Mm. Baron Boris, Baron Rell, I heard you find it hard to part with the thought of being away for over ten days before returning from this trip?" Stella answered their