Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
There was no doubt that this woman harbored immense hostility toward her. The reason seemed to be nothing more than her closeness to the captain. The springwater-like depths of her eyes reflected undisguised animosity.
"Lady Durandal, why didn't you wait for me?"
"Mm... W was the commentator Yae Sakura arranged for me. Why can't I use her? I don't quite understand what you mean."
"Mhm, I understand."
Rita nodded. That dangerous expression made W feel as though she and Yae Sakura had been added to an assassination list.
"I understand the situation, Lady Durandal. Please remain calm. I shall exercise my duties as a maid and take the stage to replace this amateur commentator. An amateur's commentary must have been quite difficult to endure."
"How rare... A street-sweeping maid thinks she can be a commentator too?"
"Everything I do is professional. As the head maid, I must always hold myself to the highest professional standards. That is unlike idle mercenaries. You people aren't exactly refined, are you?"
"Look at you acting so high and mighty. A maid is ultimately just service staff. Is that how you serve people? If you're a maid, put aside that pride and arrogance and obediently lower your head into the mud."
"..."
Their words gradually became more heated.
Maria wanted to say something, but Aunt Zofia promptly covered her mouth. No one wanted to wade into this muddy water.
Hoshino, however, had completely shed her earlier gloom. She seemed delighted by this spectacle, and the pressure that had weighed upon her vanished as well—all because of W and Rita's quarrel.
Rita stopped the noisy argument and instead fixed her springwater-like eyes on Hoshino.
"Feeling better?"
"Actually, it's already wonderful that you came. But don't bully others too much just to