Chapter 112
On our way there, Theressa wouldn't shut up.
My headache was strong enough to feel her voice echoing in my head after every word she said.
'Someone... Someone, please shut her mouth with a sweaty sock...'
That way she'll know our suffering...
Although it was incredibly annoying, thanks to her babbling I was able to learn a few interesting things.
While she was bragging about the silver dress she was wearing, about the design, the pretty frills, the buttons at the end of the sleeves and so on, She said something that brought my attention to her pitchy voice.
"Although I was a bit sad about having to use a silver dress because of the old traditions, the dress came out to be very pretty. Don't you agree, Father?"
Ignoring the fact that she gave me a poorly hidden judging glare, the bit about "old traditions" made me wonder what that was about.