Bab 131: Blaming The 'Incompetent' Guild Master

Albrecht didn't waste a single second picking his mask back up and putting it on. As for Marie, she was still in a daze since their lips touched together. Her face was still as red as a beet, and she couldn't believe that Albrecht immediately went back to combat after that.

'Furthermore... he didn't even address that lip touch! Does that mean nothing to him?!' Marie screamed in her mind, but she didn't let her frustrations slip into her expression. More than anything, she was still grateful for Albrecht. And now that she thought about it, it was actually her fault for nodding like that while their faces were too close to each other.

In a way, the lip touch was her fault, and Albrecht probably ignored it just so she wouldn't feel as awkward.

"Marie! Are you all right?!" Grado asked, his gaze following Albrecht as he walked away after donning his mask. When he returned to combat, Grado was still staring at him.