“You’re right,” Magnus says quietly.
She listens, but in her little temper warps the truth…
“What do you mean someone hurt me? What are you implying?”
She looks up, sceptically looking at the boy.
“I’m afraid I do not understand,” Elise remarks. “I believe that James harbours nary an ill intention.” Her sincerity could be heard; that she truly did not understand the lady.
“! Umm… Well…” The lady looks up at the three. Before she looks away onto the stage.
“I know that… It’s just that I’m not in the best of moods. Everyone has those days, right? There’s nothing up with me.”
She sighs.
“Truly.”
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“Oh, my misunderstanding… I’m sorry”
Faustus embarrassingly hands the bait and the fishing rod over, along with twirling his gladius out of his pocket, holding it by the blade, to give it to the counselor.
“Here you are”
“Oh, yes please. Your seat will be… 16. Please head over to the auditorium. The opening ceremony will be starting shortly.”
She takes the weapon, before wrapping it up in a wrap, and puts it gingerly into the box.
And she dodges a bagged item from the neighboring stall. (A previous scene)
“Hey!”
The man in the other stall snickered and shrugged.
“Please head on, Mister Dulius. And may I have yours?”
@Ami
Your seat is to the right of the lady in the second row. She is chatting with several others, all in the same row.
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Faustus turns to the kid, and says in a decently loud voice, “I don’t think now’s a good time to sleep, mate.”
