So she finally made her move.
Greg's hands paused almost imperceptibly as he turned the slices of meat on the stone slab.
His back was to Lilith. Though his mind raced frantically for an explanation, his voice remained steady:
"Actually, saying I like her isn't quite accurate."
He chose his words carefully, his hands still working:
"What I feel for Princess Vivian is more... admiration and respect. I admire her ability, self-discipline, and sense of responsibility."
He paused, using the wooden tongs to move the cooked meat onto a clean, broad leaf, then continued:
"As for what I said that morning... what I really wanted was for both princesses to face their true feelings for each other more honestly, without being held back by other people's opinions, the distance between them, or unnecessary pride."
"What you really wanted was for both princesses... to face their true feelings for each other more honestly?"
Lilith repeated his words unconsciously, her brows drawing together slightly, a barely perceptible trace of hurt in her voice:
"But all you said back then was... was that I-my esteemed Princess Lilith looked up to Princess Vivian!"
Wow, she nearly gave herself away there. You really are too young and too easy to fool, girl.
Greg silently quipped to himself. His hands kept moving as he took the roasted mushrooms off the heat, and he shrugged, sounding a little helpless:
"Because before I could finish, one of the people involved ran off."
"Then what else were you going to say?" Lilith asked immediately, her red eyes fixed on Greg's back.
Greg turned, arranged a Dungeon set meal of pan-fried meat, roasted mushrooms, and a sunny-side-up egg on a clean, large leaf, and handed it to Lilith. Then he looked at her and calmly voiced a possibility she had