"It's a bit unbelievable."
Lann looked at the red-haired female warlock in front of him and tilted his head.
"Not to mention anyone making 'the fearless Merigold' hide away, just the title of Temerian Royal Magic Consultant... anyone in the Northern Kingdoms wanting to trouble you would surely think twice, right?"
"Normally, of course, that's the case... huh, normally." Triss reluctantly withdrew her hand from Lann's palm.
If she kept up the physical contact, she doubted how long her legs could support her, given that they were already a bit wobbly.
The flushed face of the female warlock, she pushed her burgundy hair behind her ear and sighed.
"If someone maliciously tries to make trouble, I'd surely make them know how to respect others right then and there."
"But if that person has a legitimate reason, even following procedures and rules to come after me, then my title actually ties my hands."
