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“So, what are you to Boss Dar?” it was Draga who spoke first when Boss Dar left the dining area. She was looking at Gerthel with her right eyebrow exaggeratedly being lifted up.
Gerthel just looked at Draga back and then without answering her question stood up, ready to leave. She does not want to have any trouble with a woman like Draga who seemed to be a war freak.
“Hey, don’t show me that kind of rudeness, Gerthel!” Draga said fiercely as she too stood up and walked fast in front of Gerthel.
“I don’t want any trouble, Draga. Whoever am I to Boss Dar, it is better to ask him, not me. If you will excuse me,” she replied before stepping aside in order not to bump Draga who was blocking her way.
Draga’s nose emitted smoke out of ire. She could feel that Gerthel is not a mere maid in
