Several hours later, Leon strolled leisurely through the third floor of the castle, hands tucked into his pockets, looking as aimless as someone out for a casual walk.

As he passed by the third-floor kitchen, he caught a glimpse of a figure inside out of the corner of his eye.

“Well, well, Your Majesty. What a coincidence, huh?”

Standing in front of a cabinet, Rosvisser didn’t even bother turning around at the sound of his voice. She remained focused on her task and replied without looking back,

“Coincidence? It feels more like you’re tailing me.”

“Tailing? Can a tiger tail be used as a substitute?”

“Idiot.”