"It's not regret, but... who would duel their own fiancée?" Daniel licked his dry lips and blurted out: "Your hair was a wig..."
"Do you like blondes? Then I'll put it back on."
Picking up the curly wig by the bed, Margaret casually put it on her head, then asked: "Can we duel now? Ever since I injured a guard when I was a child, no one has been willing to duel with me..."
"No! No! I would be insane to duel with you!"
Margaret's face suddenly turned cold: "It turns out it was all lies."
"I just think that we should engage in a... duel game in a safer environment." Daniel said: "For instance, invite a Priest to open the Eternal Domain. That would be good."
"Are you afraid of dying?"
Daniel was taken aback by the question and couldn't speak for a long moment.
"Finally, I have found something we have in common." Margaret put away the flintlock pistol: "I'm afraid of dying too."
"Afraid of dying yet you play duels?"
