Camistella watched Faineant go and barely suppressed the urge to tap her temple with her finger.
“Our artist is undoubtedly a good person and a worthy figure in the arts... but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s getting stranger and stranger with each passing day. Tell me, Lady Kimchilla, you’ve known Mr. Faineant longer than I have... has he always been like this?” The lunar elf sighed heavily.
Black knights, madmen, victims of the king, unscrupulous restaurant owners, archmages... but are there any ordinary people in our kingdom?