"Romani like us are free as the wind, blowing wherever we wish," Tamara said. Her expression turned somewhat strange. Some things, however, are destined not to be said, so she feigned nonchalance.
"Really? I don't believe it~," Lance chuckled, teasing. "I thought you couldn't forget me and came looking for me specifically."
Lance's comment was both a tease and a probe; he remembered that the Romani were skilled at divination and prophecy.
The road north has been swallowed by the wilderness, so Hamlet is the only destination at the end of this old road. Could it be that this woman is still obsessing over my ring and has come looking for me?
"Of course, I haven't forgotten you. I've become like this because you tricked me back then." As Tamara spoke, her head began to throb again, her tone tinged with gritted-teeth resentment. It's mostly his fault I'm like this now.
