"The monster... it's dead."
Sir Verren turned his gaze from the sky and looked at him squarely. "Good."
Verren regarded him for a moment longer before adding, "Don't worry. The Kingdom will reward you for your effort and support."
Michael's lips curled faintly into a wry smile. "Yes…"
He didn't know how to say he had earned a lot of benefits already.
Michael found it strange—he'd imagined needing to explain everything in detail, maybe argue his reasons, and face suspicion. But none of that happened.
The conversation had flowed far easier than expected.
It was probably because he was talking to Verren.
If it had been the Princess...
"After my deal with Mage Lian, I should start considering a relocation..."
"There's also the issue of my rank advancement…."
"Hmmm..... there's that tower too....."
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The Capital of Lionheart.
Even though a few days had passed, no one seemed to be aware of the massacre that had occurred in the Everlong Forest.
