Albrecht stood frozen, caught off guard, his expression turning awkward as an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
Albrecht offered her an awkward smile—just as the young woman suddenly collapsed. He caught her swiftly and gently laid her back onto the bed.
Albrecht: Ach, I knew ye were about to drop again, young dame.
The mysterious woman gave him a puzzled look, suspicion flickering in her eyes. She clearly didn’t understand his way of speaking.
A quiet moment passed before Albrecht realized the confusion. Switching to a more neutral tone, he spoke again—this time in a clear English accent.
Albrecht: Ah, my apologies. You’re likely used to folk from Stonebrae—folk who speak plain and proper, not like this old Highland tongue of mine. Anyway, you ought to have some breakfast at the tavern. I’ll take you there now. *He stood up, brushing off his coat.* Name’s Alucard Albrecht, by the way. And you are...?
The mysterious woman glanced at his outstretched hand, then slowly shifted her gaze up to his face. Albrecht, grinning mischievously, pulled a mock-serious expression that made her flinch slightly.
Albrecht: What? You’ve been staring at me for quite a while now.
Mysterious Woman: …Uhhh…
She suddenly began to sob softly, covering her face with her hands. Albrecht blinked in surprise, then gently patted her head, laughing.
Albrecht: Awh, come now—I was only teasing. Got scared of a grumpy-looking fellow, did you, shorty? *chuckled lightly* Alright, alright, no more tears. You're starting to look like a weepy thirteen-year-old.
Mysterious lady: No, I'm not! Nasaan ba ako? Waaaahhh...!
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