'D*mn it, Orland… you sentenced both of us!! Why can't you behave when it's about the cute child, huh?!? Bloody a*se! F*ck*ng du*ce! I'm in trouble now, bloody hell!!'
'Kh! It's my fault, alright!? How was your wife able to come down so fast without us noticing, anyway?! And how does she know about Elenaide and I?! You a*se, what did you tell your wife!?'
'What's with the glare now-!?!!'
"What is it? You cannot find the Duchess in the crowd that you look at my husband so much?? I can help you if you want… She is right over there, your Grace… waiting patiently for you… do you see? At THAT table…"
'Tsk! Go! Go, now!! Save yourself, Orland!! She's actually giving you a chance!' — Already accepting his destiny, too aware of the likes and dislikes of his wife, François's expression while blue by the reproaches he would receive later, tightened desperate while Ingrid nicely with threatening tone showed the Duke of Sylfinnier where to retire immediately.
