Miss Rabbit went out energetically in the morning and arrived at the Duel Arena, only to wait all morning without getting her turn.
Fortunately, lunch was provided here, and the food wasn't bad either.
The young lady polished off a bowl of stewed venison ribs, half a chicken pie, and also ate two slices of raisin milk jelly, but she didn't touch the beer braised rabbit.
Feeling stuffed up to her throat, she rested for a while and managed to eat a cream apple before the waiters cleared the table; now she really couldn't eat anymore and stood there, leaning against a flagpole, burping.
Ferdinand couldn't stand to watch anymore and said to her, "Are you sure you're alright? Don't you have to perform this afternoon?"
"It's fine. It's just a small event. I, burp—won't be affected, burp—"
"..."
"I'll get you something to drink."
"Hmm, that sounds good."
The Lady drank some honey wine, feeling slightly better, then continued sentimentally.
