"You ungrateful daughter! I was worried sick about you! Captain Levi and I were discussing your future, you silly girl!" Lal scolded her repeatedly.
"My future? What about my future?" Petra froze.
"Your marriage to Captain Levi, of course." Lal straightened his collar and spoke calmly.
"Aaaaaah!!!!" At those words, Petra screamed and spurred her horse toward the front of the procession.
Chen Si, who was leaning out the window and exchanging gestures and meaningful looks with Mikasa, nearly had his head knocked off by Petra's horse.
"Fuck!!" Chen Si blurted instinctively, jerking back inside the car, his heart pounding erratically.
He had always relied on Divine Sense before. Now that he no longer had it, his reactions were getting slower and slower. Even if the galloping horse had knocked him flying, he would have been fine, but it would have looked embarrassing.
"Wow, sir, I haven't heard that catchphrase of yours in ages!" Floch raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Isn't that just swearing?" Marlowe asked with a frown as he drove.
"What the hell do you know? How can anything he says count as swearing?" Floch immediately shot back.
Marlowe was speechless. Floch was such a fanatic!
Chen Si leaned out the window again and shouted at Levi, who was a short distance behind him, "Levi!! Keep your wife in line!!"
The jubilant shout rang through the streets of the Royal Capital. The people gasped, then began cheering and teasing, making the streets livelier than ever.
"Come on, keep up!" Jean immediately turned to Connie and Sasha.
"Huh? What's going on?" With their mouths stuffed full of food, Connie and Sasha turned toward Jean in unison.
"There's a good show coming!" Jean hurriedly urged his horse onward.
Lal froze at those words. Marshal Chen Si himself had spoken up