The place they arrived at following Griffith was in front of the residence.
'Is Griffith also staying in the Imperial City?'
Just as she was about to ask, Griffith slipped right into Romeo's room.
She tried to follow, but the door slammed shut right in front of her nose without a trace of affection, so she couldn't.
In the end, throughout the journey here, she had only hesitated and couldn't manage to say a single word.
It seemed like Griffith didn't even have any intention of speaking to Lelia in the first place.
"...."
Lelia paced awkwardly in front of the door.
She was glad to meet Griffith again, and also grateful for being saved.
'I couldn't even say thank you...'
Honestly speaking, when Griffith beat up the princes in her stead, she felt satisfied.
Seeing them covered in blood, instead of worrying, she only thought it was satisfying.
It was something her deceased mother would be sad about if she knew.
But it couldn't be helped. Just because blood was shared didn't mean everyone felt like family and evoked affection.
'By the way, that Griffith kid—does someone with divine power just go around brawling?'
Not even swordsmanship—why is he so good at fist-fighting? Lelia tilted her head in confusion and headed toward her own room.