Looking at the white handkerchief stained with his own blood, Renault whispered, "I'm sorry, miss, your handkerchief is dirty by me. I'll give it back to you when I wash it!"

Julie giggled and her cheerful laughter echoed throughout the garden, making it very pleasant to hear.

"This gentleman doesn't have to. Here's a handkerchief for you!"

Rutter's eyes sparkled with disdain.

"Don't think too much, Mr. Renault. Sister Julie is noble. She won't mind this little handkerchief. It's you. Don't think too much about my sister!" In the tone of

, there is bitterness.

Julie glared at Rat with an extremely cold look. How could this stinky boy speak...