"That's right!!" Nearly half of the women shouted in unison, laughing cheerfully.
"Then let's find our own seats and eat." Anfel said, ushering the other women to push and pull the shy and reserved newcomers into the resting area, immediately triggering cheers from the soldiers.
"Tini Bazus, you're hopeless. You can't even keep your own woman in check—why not hand her over to me?" said a Centurion, jesting.
The other Centurions laughed uproariously.
But Tini Bazus remained unfazed. His youthful days of performing for a living had thickened his skin. He reminded them, "Brothers, stop laughing like fools and get over there to help!"
After the boisterous commotion, the women all found places to sit down. The ones who already had a partner naturally paired up, while the seating for the single women was mostly arranged by Anfel.
After she was done, she sat down beside Tini Bazus, observing his expression before asking, "You're not upset, are you?"
