Barbara's lips revealed a slight smile. The unexpected encounter a dozen hours ago silently initiated this war.
An outwardly embarrassing conflict wasn't a serious setback for her. Even if the stares from those shoppers in the mall were enough to make someone feel ashamed and want to crawl into a hole, she didn't mind. It wasn't a calm indifference as if carefree with the clouds drifting by, nor was it a tough exterior that made one invincible. Purely because none of those gazes were worth her attention.
No matter how mocking an ant's gaze might be, they're just a bunch of ants. If someone wants to die of shame because of a group of ants' ridicule, they might as well truly die.
However, Barbara admitted that she suffered a complete defeat in this unexpected skirmish. What concerned her wasn't that butler Edward and dozens of bodyguards were wiped out by the bandit army, but instead her prior failure to identify the true nature of the Fatty causing a scene at the store entrance.
