Damian sighed again. He had sighed far more than usual today. He really had no idea what to do with this Miss Elegy.
"And besides..." Flora blinked.
"I have a vague feeling-perhaps those five hundred gold pounds really were just handed out on a whim."
That was five hundred gold pounds! Surely that was a large sum even for a noble!
Damian had been about to say that, but suddenly froze.
He could not imagine how wealthy nobles were. Perhaps five hundred gold pounds really was a small sum to them?
The two discussed it for quite a while longer, but still felt the money was far too substantial and had to be treated with care.
"You don't need to worry about me!" Flora patted her chest, brimming with confidence. "I'm quite a fighter. An Elegy Funeral Rite who's about to die-if they really want to harm me, they'll have to weigh whether they're capable of it first!"
Damian eventually left, while Flora dawdled her way over to the mirror and slowly began putting on her makeup.
Girls took a long time to put on makeup, and Flora especially so-as her physical condition worsened by the day, she spent longer on it each time.
Only thick layers of powder and rouge could cover the hideous wounds on her face and make her look just a little less frightening.
By comparison, her hair was easy to manage. In fact, it barely needed any care at all. Her long black hair was as smooth as satin and needed no special brushing.
But then Flora planted her hands on her hips in a huff.
"Damn it, why do Elegy Funeral Rite clothes have to be so complicated?!"
It was time for her to put on that black Funeral Attire.
To be honest, this