"This will be a good lesson for him on why he should. Honestly..." Virgilia puts a hand to her forehead and sighs before lowering the hand again to lean forward and place a kiss on Beato's forehead. Poor protege and her dumb husband. "Go on, then. It will be resolved soon enough."

"Shall I prepare tea for that occasion?" Ronove pauses. "Ah, perhaps we won't be able to be maintained here for too much longer. I'll leave a recipe, in that case."