"Does Anna really not want anything?"
Watching Anna, who angrily rushed to the armored deck and dragged William away from trying to touch the 210mm rapid-fire cannon, a slightly amused Veronica couldn't help but chuckle softly and then, with a hint of curiosity, asked:
"Leon, no matter how gentle and sensible she is, a girl Anna's age would still want a few things, right? Does she really not want any gifts?"
"Really."
Hearing Queen Veronica's inquiry, Leon couldn't help but nod a little helplessly.
"I've asked her several times over the past few days. She doesn't refuse gifts because she's distant from you, nor is she too shy to speak out. She truly has nothing she wants... Or maybe you could approve more funding for the Charitable Asylum? Anna seems to care more about those things..."
"I see..."
Nodding to show she understood, Veronica watched the thin girl who dragged William away, scolding him with hands on hips, and couldn't resist sighing:
