"So, it's her?"
Fremay tilted her head, somewhat uncertainly looking at the scene before her.
Inside the prison, a tall red-haired woman was hugging her long legs, curling herself into a ball, and lay there lazily... well, sprawled there.
She showed no reaction whatsoever to Fremay and the others approaching, lacking any sense of alertness typical of the strong.
Is it really her?
Is this my supposed... rival in love?
It seems like something is not quite right here.
"Yes, though she might look different from what you imagined... there's no mistake, she is Valentina."
Herbert looked at Miss Hungry Dragon who was sound asleep, momentarily at a loss for words.
How do I explain to you that she's not normally like this?
Normally, she seems a bit smarter... well, perhaps not much different.
After pondering for a while without finding the right words, Herbert could only shake his head and sigh, saying:
"Yes, it's her."
"She..."
