"Father."
Astrid spoke up at the right moment, explaining for Amalia.
"Livia comes from a village in the north that was destroyed by magical beasts. She used to beg for a living, so she's not used to socializing and is hesitant to look at people."
Astrid's original plan didn't include running into Hibbort. No one expected their first outing to face such a high level of difficulty.
Amalia could fool the servants and maids, but directly interacting with Hibbort was too much pressure. She needed to find a way to escape quickly.
"Is that so..." Hibbort nodded, not doubting Astrid's explanation.
In the man's eyes, Astrid had no reason to hide such trivial matters from him.
But... he was still curious about how this girl named Livia had red eyes similar to Astrid's and where that inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.
At that moment, Amalia slowly raised her head, her crimson eyes reflecting Hibbort's chiseled face.
