Romalin nodded nervously and shyly as she stepped forward, holding the food tray in her hand, and said

"Take it, my lady, as you requested, tea without sugar!" Romalin blinked, her gaze following Sevatlana as she took the mint and herbal tea, her tiger like ears twitching as she smelled the tea and brought it closer.

From her lips, she takes a quiet sip with a gentle sigh, then opens her left eye half-closed and looks at Romaline, who leans towards her as if she's seeing someone drinking tea for the first time.

"Romaline, what's wrong? Why are you leaning like that? Is something the matter?" She took another sip.

Romalin waved nervously and shyly as she waved the tray in her hands.

"Oh! Hahaha, I apologize, ma'am, as you know, I'm just waiting for your verdict on the tea."

Sevatlana raised an eyebrow, a smile not reaching her eyes, and placed the teacup on the table.

"Ah, excellent, Romalin, but I have a question for you, if you're not busy!" She looked at her calmly.

Romaline's eyes widened with pride, spontaneity, and a hint of her usual shyness, and she laughed nervously, her blonde braids bobbing.

"Yes, Duchess, I am ready for any question!?" She continued, "Come on, my lady Duchess!!"

Sevatlana nodded, a sly yet gentle smile on her face... and blinked slowly.

"Since you don't know where I came from!" She wagged her tail under the chair, making a soft rustle in the room.

"I have a question for you. Do you know the Duke's condition before his death? Who was responsible? Did you hear whispers here and there, or something like that...?" she gestured with her finger as she raised her arm.