🎀 Wisteria 🎀

Viola was wearing a modest, conservative dress, as it was the most comfortable of all the clothes she had to choose from – even though, given her lifestyle, she had never worn dresses before.
At the mere sight of Rogdan Kraffmeyer, the slave felt a shiver run down her spine. A disgusting, repulsive old man, undoubtedly with a flabby belly and rolls of fat. And although Viola knew that she should love everyone around her, this particular man only evoked rage in her. "This old man probably just goes around harassing young girls on the street, touching them in inappropriate places and smiling creepily. Ugh, what a creep! Forgive me, Arteria, for having such thoughts," she suddenly realized – "I need to calm down and eat something delicious." Viola was about to ask Raphael to buy her something at the local canteen, but she overheard the report from his other servants:

You can't expect anything more than buckwheat with a couple of cutlets, boss. So, I suggest we cross the border as quickly as possible and have something decent to eat.

"Oh, great..."
Viola began to whine:
-Master Raphael, do you have anything tasty?...