Serval was a little embarrassed by Lin Feng's flirting, her heart no longer quite so calm.
Himeko and March 7th had grown somewhat accustomed to Lin Feng's behavior and simply watched the show in silence.
Of course, some were happy while others were troubled.
Beside the Mechanical Workshop's front counter, Bronya, who had finally regained a little confidence and courage, felt her head buzzing.
In Lin Feng's eyes, Aunt Serval was more charming than many young girls? Was he talking about me?
Thinking back on their earlier exchanges, Bronya felt even more strongly that she had been the target of that veiled remark.
In that guy's eyes, was Aunt Serval more charming than me...?
Boo-hoo... I don't want to play anymore. I want to go home...
With those thoughts running through her mind, Bronya's expression turned rather unpleasant, and she felt too ashamed to show her face.
She suddenly felt truly outmatched. Sure enough, upright and brave as she was, she might excel at commanding the Silvermane Guards to defend the city or taking to the battlefield herself to raise morale, but romance was something she could not handle at all.
For a moment, Bronya even felt that having her mother, Cocolia, personally undertake this difficult mission would be far more reliable than doing it herself.
If Aunt Serval could win that Supreme Guardian's approval, Mother Cocolia surely could too.
"Miss Serval, you've put a lot of care into the paintwork on these instruments. This Red Bass looks really cool."
"A blazing fire on a winter snowfield... That's an image full of hope."
"Playing a bass like this must set your whole body on fire... Oh, I mean with passion for music..."
His gaze falling on the fiery Red Bass hanging on a wall to one side of the Mechanical