Vosrodar Second Miss did not answer Ash's question right away. She used her knife and fork to cut one-sixth from the Molten Lava Cake, opened her mouth wide, and stuffed it in all at once, the spilling cream smearing the corners of her lips. She looked exactly like a child.
Today she wore a Black Velvet Shawl, black knitted fingerless sleeves on both hands, and a skirt beneath her Navy Blue Windbreaker. Her little satchel sat on the table, too. She looked every inch a noble girl out to admire the snow, every movement giving off an effortless, bone-deep ease and elegance. The slightest lack of grace or ladylike composure only made her unrestrained, adorable childishness stand out more.
Ash did not find it strange. After all, she had never been raised as a proper lady in the first place. Eight years ago, she had still been a playboy, Felix. When Ash first met her on the train, she had been a noble's second son being hunted by a gang... Back then, Ash had not even known she was a woman.
It was only later, after meeting Philly in the Multistar Prison, that he had vaguely guessed after thinking it over a little. But now that he thought about it, ever since Ash returned from the Multistar Prison, he did not seem to have seen Felix dressing as a man again...
"Are you asking on behalf of your friend?"
Noticing the teasing in Felix's eyes, dark lines seemed to appear across Ash's face, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Is making digs at me that fun?"
"Of course it is." Perhaps because the cake was very sweet and delicious, the corners of Felix's lips lifted as she said cheerfully, "I won't ask who it is, but it's not hard