119 Maharlika

Roviric could only watch his daughter and wife talking joyously with each other. Not about what had happened to Rosellete earlier in-game, but about various things. He wanted, and he tried to cut into their conversation several times, but feeling the cold aura exuded by his wife, he could only swallow his words forcefully.

In the end, he was forced to stand off to the side like he was some kind of bodyguard who would only move when told.

The mother and daughter chatted for some more time before finally, Rosellete, who had fallen from her mother's lap, finally fell asleep. She appeared like an angel who was innocent to the world.

"Why didn't you ask her about what had happened earlier?" Roviric suddenly asked with a slight frown. Seeing that his wife didn't even talk about that matter even after their daughter had finally fallen asleep, he naturally was displeased. And questioning his wife was naturally inevitable.