"Anyway…" Luka coughed into his hand, the sound exaggerated and obviously fake.
"I've got places to be—so…" He trailed off, already turning on his heel before anyone could stop him.
Without missing a beat, he grabbed his personal maid by the wrist.
"Y-Young Master?" Serene blinked in surprise, trying to ask something—but her words were immediately muffled.
Luka covered her mouth with his hand.
"No talking," he muttered.
He strode out of the tavern, dragging his bewildered personal maid behind him as the doors swung shut.
Outside, a large crowd had already formed, murmuring and whispering.
Luka didn't bother acknowledging them.
He kept his head low and pushed through, parting the sea of onlookers.
After a few moments of weaving through people, he finally spotted the carriage down the block.
Arriving in front of it, Luka yanked the door open, pulled his personal maid in with him, and slammed it shut behind them.
