Chapter 112 Far Traveler Aryan

Alianna began to scold Beatrice, who poured herself a glass of wine.

Perfect, Alianna's thoughts were now entirely focused on whether liches could get drunk, along with her own criticisms.

As nagging as a mother but usually acting like a clueless little girl, it really made no sense how Alianna could be a child of the Naslan family, being as dumb as a block of wood, nothing like me and my sister Helena.

Beatrice gulped down the crimson liquid from her wine glass, completely ignoring Alianna's remarks. Ah, how refreshing, the first glass of chilled red wine after getting up truly is delicious.

What Beatrice didn't notice was this particular sentence.

"Really, it's beyond my understanding how Beatrice could be a kid in our Naslan family, acting as mischievous as a little fairy, so unlike me and my sister Helena."

The conversation took a turn.