Seeing Cattleya's astonished expression, Bernadette's lips curved into a smile. She asked softly, "What? You don't believe me?"
"I-I-" Cattleya's lips moved as she tried to say something, but she forcibly swallowed the words before they could leave her mouth.
She would never believe that Brando was a scumbag who toyed with other people's feelings and abandoned them.
Although they had only spent a short time together, after so many years at sea, she believed she had at least a basic eye for character.
Brando was nothing like those glib, frivolous-eyed playboys at sea. He respected women and had no bad habits. His words and manners carried just the right degree of distance and courtesy.
Although he was close to "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina, Cattleya could sense that he was not someone with extensive romantic experience. No, compared with the other men who frequented the seas, he was practically as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
The most direct proof was that when she had fallen unconscious because of the Hidden Sage's ravings and had been utterly defenseless, he had not taken advantage of her.
Of course, there was another depressing possibility: in Brando's eyes, she had no feminine appeal whatsoever, which was why he had no interest in her. But Cattleya quickly suppressed that thought. She had basic confidence in her knowledge, abilities, and appearance. Besides, the fact that Brando got along so well with a woman as learned as Edwina meant that he at least appreciated intelligent women.
But if that was the case, why would the Queen say this? Was it simply a misunderstanding, or was there more to it?
"Queen," she said after much hesitation, offering a word in Lorne's defense, "Brando-he isn't that sort of person."
"Oh?" Rather than looking surprised, Bernadette chuckled. "So