Lynch had more or less figured it out—there seemed to be some sort of misunderstanding between himself and this Princess.
The other party appeared to have mistaken him for one of those psychopathic, evil Wizards—someone who didn't even see women as human beings?
This...
Lynch couldn't fathom how such a misunderstanding had arisen, but the fact that she had already defined him in this way and yet was still willing to come to him, even presenting herself in such a debasing manner, clearly meant she had mentally prepared herself, accepting her role as a female slave.
"That's not necessary!"
"I'm not some man-eating Demon."
Lynch had no idea how a Princess of such stature had convinced herself to abandon her dignity and degrade herself so utterly. Princess and slave—two extremes separated by a chasm of identity. How had she managed to reconcile this perception?
