The peak of fatigue, I guess, Mr. Maelia. I've been walking for hours and maybe I should praise and admire you for following me so well. What a determined distance a nobleman walks. I made it impossible, I'll apologize next time. No, let's do it again. Tomorrow is stupid.

"Ugh."

Mr. Mayria, they're doing it. You did your best to get here. If you keep moving all the way through your groaning feelings, you'll be disgusted...

"Maricana, let's do our best. Don't flatter me."

"Absolutely."

How much more time can the three of us have like this? There's an end to everything.