"I think that's enough." Michael appeared in a forest with a small colorful explosion, similar to a kind of cartoonish teleportation. Then he sat on the ground, leaning his back against a tree, far away from the city.
At the same moment, Fafnir emerged from a shadow and sat next to him. He used shadow detection and made sure that Anas wasn't anywhere nearby.
He could be wrong, but that was the best he could do now.
Finally, Michael and Fafnir were alone.
The moon was already hanging in the sky, illuminating the world in the absence of the sun. Emilia was sleeping in the room, which was the best opportunity to leave without offending the duchess.
After all, she didn't say anything about them being with her while she wasn't awake.
Michael smiled wryly: "That woman can eat everything like a black hole, yet her body doesn't show a hint of fat. She reminds me of you a bit."
Fafnir frowned and wrote: "I don't eat that much."
"Surely you don't, and I'm the king in disguise."
