Chapter 18

Werazel was serious. Chester seemed to be unaware of how dangerous tetanus was.

“Lady Werazel are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m okay, can you help me to clean up here?”

Werazel helped clear up the messy stalls, asking the vendors if they were okay with a worried face.

Then she looked down at the dusty ground.

On the dirty ground, there sat a luxurious handbag.

Beyond that, the owner of the handbag, who was shouting desperately earlier, was running towards her.