Disgracing myself is already unbearable for Tristan, let alone the possibility of disgracing Mother, disappointing her—that is even more intolerable for Tristan.
"I am Mother's daughter, there must be a way, there must be..."
Muttering to herself, Tristan did not realize that behind her, an unknown figure had appeared at some point.
"So, you've already returned? Miss Spinel."
Upon hearing this voice, Tristan was first stunned, then joy filled her.
"So you were here? Red Spinel!"
Tristan turned around forcefully, and looked at the man who had appeared before her, uttering a sound like a cry of extreme joy.
The comer was indeed Beryl.
"It looks like you have suffered quite a bit, Miss."
Looking at Tristan, who was wrapped in blankets, with visible scars and slight burns, Beryl squinted and spoke leisurely.
