Ash Bonaparte Nanluo, who claims to be 145 cm tall, was not happy.
Her feet that were off the ground stopped swinging.
Her entire small face became even tenser.
And her fists?
Naturally, they were clenched.
Just now, not only did Arthur not tell her about the subsequent arrangements, but he also hung up her Communication Stone. Particularly the latter, making this Countess breathe heavily.
"Ash, calm down."
Madam Susan walked over.
In her hand, was the soup that Granny Cullen had simmered all night.
"Hmm.
Wait a moment!"
With these words, the Countess of South Los walked to the room next to the study—a small training arena, empty except for the necessary equipment.
And in it, a two-meter-high sandbag was particularly conspicuous.
The Countess of South Los took out pen, paper, and ink and lay on the ground writing.
Dipping the pen in ink, she wrote Arthur Kredos's name, then jumped up and stuck the paper above the sandbag.
