After sending her son to have a breather, Marina slumped her heavy shoulder and exhaled sharply. She felt quite tired from holding one's own appearance and behaviour in this kind of place as a noble lady, and it felt like suffocating her.
She looked to her side and saw Ryan was having a conversation with Duke Frost for the Dungeon that was still gnawed at their minds.
Of course, as a former adventurer, Marina also perked her ears a bit, but now her weary mind came first.
Marina twirled the glass in her fingers and placed the tips on her lips to savor the sweet taste of the wine seeping through her throat and moistening her barren throat.
When she glanced at the side, she witnessed Lady Silvia, her shoulders slumped, as she walked toward her place. A passionate gaze followed her from behind, coming from the other noble boys.
