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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 107: The Custody Uproar

Chapter 107: The Custody Uproar

“Excellent.‍‌ You’ve done well.”‌‌

Even⁠ the Workers’ Union‍ that the village​⁠‌ laborers had created‌ themselves would eventually​​‍ become a puppet​​‍ incapable of escaping​ Perda’s influence.

That​‍ was exactly the‌‍ situation he wanted.‌⁠⁠

“Thank‍ you. Ah, and​‍ by the way,‍‌ we’ve already completed⁠‍ all the paperwork⁠‍ to change the‌‍‍ company name in​ the Empire.”

From‍ now on, it‌​​ would no longer‌ operate as the‌‌ Dandollo Trading Company.‌

Officially,‍‍ it would be‍​ renamed the Hestia⁠‍⁠ Trading Company.

Even‍‌ the family emblem​‌⁠ engraved on the‍‍‍ tents would be‍ replaced with Valdrova’s.​

“You’re​‌ doing well. Keep‍ it up.”

“Leave​ it to me.”⁠

The​ meeting with the‍ temporary union ended‍‌ that way.

“Since​‍ everything was resolved‌​ peacefully, I think​‌ you can return‌​​ to your other​ affairs now.”

Instead​‌ of standing up,‍⁠⁠ Perda turned his‍ gaze toward the⁠​ documents Isabella had​ stacked up.

“I‌‍⁠ think there are⁠‌ still some unresolved⁠⁠‍ disputes.”

“That’s⁠ true, but I can handle them‍​ in my capacity‌ as administrator.”

“No.⁠ Since I’ve already⁠‍ come all the‍‍​ way down here,​ let’s finish everything⁠ at once. Wouldn’t​ it be better‌​‍ to resolve it‍ as soon as⁠ possible? Besides…”

“Besides?”‍⁠

“Now‌ that I’ve tried‌‍ resolving something through⁠‍ dialogue, it leaves‍ me with a rather peculiar feeling.”⁠

“I⁠ see. Understood.”

Could‌ that really be⁠⁠⁠ called dialogue?

Isabella​ had her doubts,‌‍ but she said​‍​ nothing.

She⁠⁠ got moving, and⁠‍‍ shortly afterward two‌ men entered the‍ room.

“They’re​⁠⁠ the stonemasons who⁠‌ needed mediation.”

Perda‌‌ looked them over.‍⁠

One‍‌ had dark skin,​​‌ while the other‌​ was relatively pale.‌⁠

At⁠ a glance, it​‍ was obvious that⁠‌‍ one came from‌⁠ the south and⁠ the other from​ the central regions.​‍‌

Perda‌⁠ addressed the darker-skinned‌ man first.

“You’re⁠⁠ from Hallim?”

“Yes.⁠ I’ve spent twenty‍​ years building walls‍⁠​ in Hallim…”

“And⁠ you’re from the‌​‍ Empire?”

“That’s‍​ right.”

“I’ve⁠‍‍ already been told‌ the general situation.‌​ In short, you⁠​‌ use two different‍ construction methods and⁠‍‍ are arguing over‌ how to reconcile​ them, correct?”

The‌ Imperial stonemason replied.‌

“That’s‌​‌ right. We were‍ discussing how to‍ build the wall‍‌‍ while taking the‌​⁠ terrain and its​​ characteristics into account,⁠‍​ but this southerner​ refuses to listen⁠⁠ to reason…”

He‌​ clicked his tongue.​⁠‍

Then⁠⁠⁠ the Hallim stonemason‍ let out a mocking laugh.

“If‌ you have to⁠‌‌ consider the terrain‌​‌ and local conditions,‌‌​ that means your‌ wall isn’t perfect.‌⁠ Hallim’s walls are​ designed not to​ collapse no matter‍ the circumstances.”

“Looks‌‌ like the southern⁠‍ heat cooked your‌⁠ brain. What experience‍ could people who’ve‍‍⁠ never suffered an​⁠ invasion possibly have‌‍ building sand walls?”⁠‌

“If​​ stuffing rocks into⁠⁠ holes counts as‌‌ construction, then even‍ my three-year-old son‌‌​ would be a master.”

“You‌​ bastard…!”

“Enough.”​‌

Perda‍‌ stopped them before⁠ the hammers meant‍‌⁠ for striking stone‌ ended up striking‍​ skulls.

He⁠ understood the situation​‍ perfectly.

It​ was a conflict‍​ born from the​​ pride of two‍‌ master craftsmen.

“I‌‍​ understand both of​ your positions very‌‍‍ well. Therefore, I can give a clear answer.”

“You⁠⁠ already know which‍ method should be‍‍ used?”

“Why‌​ would I know?”​⁠​

No​ matter how intelligent​ Perda was, he⁠‌⁠ could not compare‍‍‌ to people who​​ had dedicated their‍⁠‌ entire lives to⁠ building walls.

However,⁠ he could solve‌ the problem.

He‌‍ raised one finger.‌⁠⁠

“One‍‍‍ month.”

“…Excuse​⁠ me?”

“Build‍ a wall four‌‌ meters high and⁠ of suitable length‍​ within that time.”‌

The‌​‌ two men stared‌ at him in‌ disbelief.

“What⁠​‍ does that mean?”‌

“Are‍⁠ you saying we‌‍‍ should decide for​​ ourselves which method​‍ is better?”

“Exactly.‌ Because that’s your‌‌ job.”

From⁠​​ the perspective of‌⁠‍ the men who​‌ had come seeking‌ mediation, it was‌ an absurd resolution.‌

But​‍ Perda continued.

“And‍‌ that wall must​ be capable of⁠​ withstanding my siege‍ magic without any⁠⁠‌ problems.”

“What?”‍

The‍‍ two craftsmen looked​⁠​ at him in⁠​‍ confusion.

They‍⁠ thought it had‌​‌ to be a joke.

But‍‌ Perda’s eyes were‍‍‍ completely serious.

“If​ you start talking‍‍‍ to me about⁠⁠ construction methods and‍‌ technical details, I won’t understand any⁠ of it. So​ I’m proposing my‌ own solution.”

He‌‍ pointed at them.​‌

“You‍⁠ know how to⁠‍ build sturdy walls.”‍‍​

Then⁠‌‍ he pointed at‌‌‌ himself.

“And⁠‍ I know how⁠ to destroy them.”‌

Even‌⁠‍ the famous Imperial‌ walls had fallen‍ before him.

“So‍‍‌ build the strongest‍⁠​ wall possible within​‌ a month. Then​ I’ll launch a Magic Blast directly‍ at the center.​ Understood?”

“And‌‌ what happens if⁠ the wall collapses?”‍‌

“Very​ simple.”

He​⁠‍ ran his thumb‍ across his throat.⁠

Both‍​‍ men turned pale.​

“You’re‌ going to execute‍ us because a wall built in‌ only a month‌​ collapses?”

“If‍ you build a defective wall, charges⁠‍ of fraud and⁠ professional misrepresentation will⁠ apply. In addition,​ it could be‍ considered a threat​ to national security.”‌

“That’s‌⁠‍ excessive.”

“Is⁠ it excessive, Administrator?”‍‌

Isabella​‍ shook her head.‌‌​

“Demanding‍‌‍ the death penalty⁠‌ for those who​​​ fail to defend⁠‍ a frontier would‍‌‌ actually be a lenient punishment.”

“You​‍‍ heard her.”

The⁠‍ two craftsmen realized‍​ that this was‍⁠​ no longer a matter of pride.​‍

Just​⁠​ moments ago, they‍‍ had viewed each‍ other as enemies.​‍‍

Now​‍‌ a genuine enemy‍ had appeared—one who‌‍ threatened their lives.⁠

Sweat‍⁠‌ ran down their‌⁠‌ backs.

“Are‌‍ you thinking about⁠ running away?”

“Cough!”‍

“N-No,‌ we wouldn’t do‌‌⁠ something like that!”‌

Perda​​‍ had read their​ thoughts perfectly.

“You⁠‍ can try. If‍​ you think you⁠​⁠ can, go ahead.​​​ But I’ll hunt‍‌ you down and⁠‍ bring you back.‌ And when that​‍ time comes, whether‍‍ a wall exists‍‍⁠ or not will⁠‍⁠ no longer matter.”‍

After⁠⁠ letting out a soft “Hmm…,” he​‌‌ asked calmly.

“Have⁠​ either of you​​‍ ever suffered so‌⁠‌ much that you⁠ didn’t know whether⁠​ to beg for‌⁠ death or for‍⁠‍ life?”

“……”⁠

“If‍ you’re curious about​ the process, I can explain it​ in full detail.”⁠

“N-No​ need!”

“If‍‌‌ we’re not going⁠​⁠ to run away,‍​ then there’s no⁠‌​ reason for us⁠‌⁠ to know any⁠‍⁠ of that! Hahaha…!”⁠​‍

Both⁠ men were completely‌‍ tense.

Perda‍‌ nodded.

“Then‍‌ I’ll assume you‌‍‌ understand perfectly.”

“Of⁠⁠‍ course!”

“Absolutely!”⁠

“Very‌⁠ good. You may‌⁠⁠ leave. You have​‍​ exactly twenty-nine days,‍ twenty-three hours, and​‌​ fifty-five minutes remaining.‍⁠‌ You’d better start‍​ building immediately.”

“Yes,‍ sir!”

The‌ two practically fled⁠ the room.

When⁠ the tense atmosphere‍⁠ disappeared, Perda muttered,‍​‌

“It⁠​‌ seems dialogue is‍‍ a more useful‌ tool than I imagined.”

“If​ that can be​ called dialogue.”

Even​ so, Isabella seemed‌ satisfied.

“At​⁠ least they won’t‍‍ waste time fighting​‍‌ without producing anything.”​⁠‍

“If‌‍‌ they keep fighting‌​‌ even after this,‍⁠‍ perhaps they deserve⁠⁠‍ a certain degree⁠‌​ of respect.”

“What’s​‌ the next dispute?”⁠‌⁠

“In⁠ this case…”

Perda‌‍ continued resolving disputes‌‍‌ one after another.‍

Unlike⁠‌⁠ the two stonemasons,​ none of the‌‍ other parties possessed‍ such excessive pride.‌

As​ a result, he‍ was able to⁠‍ settle them easily,‌‌​ without resorting to‌ threats.

“I‌ believe that’s everything.”‍

All‌⁠ the documents Isabella‍​ had brought were‍⁠‍ gone.

Just​ as he was⁠‌‌ about to conclude.⁠​​

“There’s‌ still one case‍⁠ left.”

“One‌⁠ more?”

Isabella‌‌ pulled a sheet‍‍‍ from among the​​ files and handed⁠ it to him.​

“After‍⁠‍ seeing how you‍ resolved all these‍⁠​ matters today, I thought you were‍​⁠ the right person⁠⁠ to judge this⁠‌​ case. I personally⁠‌ drafted the complaint.”​‍

Perda​ looked at the​‍ name of the​⁠ accused.

The‍ moment he read‍ it, he fell⁠‍‌ silent.

He⁠‌ could already picture​⁠ exactly what was‍‍‍ about to happen.⁠

“…You​ want to file‍‍ a complaint against​‌⁠ this person?”

“That’s‍ right.”

Isabella’s‍‍ blue eyes were⁠‌‌ completely serious.

And‌‍‍ she made her⁠ position unmistakably clear⁠​ with a single​ sentence.

“I‍‌ am filing a formal complaint against‌​ Echidna Philiaz for‍‍​ dereliction of duty.”​‌

“You‍​ fucking bitch.”

The‍‌ first one to​ curse the moment‌ they saw each⁠ other was Echidna.​‌​

That⁠​‍ was the first⁠ sentence she uttered​⁠⁠ after receiving the​‍‌ telegram and flying‍⁠ there.

‘Now⁠‍⁠ this is something⁠⁠ new.’

Perda​​ had always seen​‌ her with that⁠‌‍ strange, gloomy smile.⁠

It​ was the first​‌⁠ time he had‌​⁠ ever seen her⁠​ this furious.

Now​‍‍ she truly looked​ like a real⁠‌ witch.

Despite‍ being insulted the‍‌ moment she arrived,​ Isabella remained completely‌⁠ unfazed.

She⁠⁠ pushed up the‍ glasses that had​​ slipped slightly down‌​‌ her nose and‌‌⁠ replied.

“A⁠⁠⁠ pleasure to see⁠‍ you, Chief Researcher.‌‍‌ Both people and​ animals usually greet⁠​ each other when‌‍​ they meet. It‍⁠‍ seems you belong​⁠⁠ to neither category.”‌‍

Isabella‍​⁠ was not someone​​​ who could be‌ easily intimidated either.‌

Echidna’s‌​‌ eyes looked as⁠‍‍ though they were⁠⁠⁠ about to pop‍‌⁠ out of their‌‌ sockets.

“Wasn’t‌ it you who‌‍ started provoking me​‌⁠ first??? Have you⁠‌ gotten so old‍​⁠ that you’re tired‍‌‍ of living???”

“And​‌‌ what provocation exactly‍‍​ have I committed?‍⁠‌ I merely stated⁠ objective facts.”

“That‌​ I Haven’t been‍‍ doing my job??‍ What do you​ know to say⁠⁠ something like that???”​⁠⁠

The‌ clash of wills‌ between those two⁠‌⁠ proud women resembled​​​ a battle between⁠‌​ two dragons.

And‍‌⁠ the ones suffering⁠‍ the consequences were⁠ the innocent people‌‍‍ caught in the‌⁠‍ middle.

“Lord‌ Regent…”

Stephan,​‍ who was being​‍‍ crushed under the​‍ pressure from both⁠‌‌ sides, spoke in​‍ a trembling voice.​⁠

“What‍‍⁠ is it?”

“That…​ witch… who is⁠‌‍ she?”

“She’s‍ a witch employed‍⁠⁠ by the castle.”​‌

“Then⁠‌‍ why was this⁠​ kept secret until⁠⁠​ now? I’d never​​​ heard that a witch lived here…”​

“It⁠ wasn’t something that‌​‍ needed to be‌​‌ hidden. Nor was‍‌‍ it something that‍​‍ needed to be​ announced.”

That‍⁠ was true.

Stephan‌ placed a hand‌⁠ on his chest​⁠ and cautiously watched⁠​⁠ the two women​⁠‌ to avoid getting‌‍ caught in the‌ crossfire.

Isabella‌‌‌ cleared her throat‍‌‌ and spoke clearly.⁠

“As​‌ I have already⁠‌‍ reported, I am​⁠⁠ filing a formal​⁠ complaint against Chief‍​​ Researcher Echidna Philiaz⁠⁠‌ for dereliction of​ duty. The progress‌⁠ of her research⁠ is inferior to‍‍ that of Vernell⁠ Marquis, who was‌⁠ recruited after her.‍⁠​ Furthermore, she has​ never submitted a single progress report.⁠​​ Recording completed work‍‌ is a basic⁠​‍ obligation of any‍​⁠ researcher. Abandoning that‌​ obligation is no⁠​ different from abandoning​ one’s work.”

Isabella’s⁠‍ words made sense.⁠​

If⁠​‌ it had been‍‌ the usual Echidna,‌‌ she might have​‌ accepted the accusation⁠‍​ with a simple‌​ “I’m sorry,” and‍​⁠ the matter would⁠⁠ have ended there.‌

However,​​ there was one‍ decisive reason why‍⁠‍ she could not‍‌ accept it.

“So‍ what you want​‌ is…”

Perda​ swallowed before continuing.‌

“…Custody‍ of Morida.”

Custody.‌⁠⁠

It‍‌ sounded like a ridiculous reason to‌ him.

But‍ that very word‌​⁠ was the cause‌⁠ of this entire‌⁠ disaster.

It‍‍⁠ was the reason‌​ Isabella had filed‌‍⁠ a complaint against⁠​ Echidna.

And​​ it was also‌‌​ the reason Echidna⁠ had completely lost‍ her mind.

“Be‌‍‌ reasonable. Do you‌‌ truly believe that⁠‍​ such a violent​ witch can properly​‌‌ take care of⁠‌ such a delicate⁠‌‍ girl?”

“Before​ you appeared, Mori​⁠‌ was growing up‌ perfectly well under‍⁠ my care!!! Lord‍‍‌ Regent, you’re not‌‍​ actually planning to‍⁠ take her away​​‌ because of this⁠ nonsense, are you?”‌‌​

Echidna‌‍ glared at him.⁠​

“Just⁠‌ out of curiosity.​⁠ If I decided⁠​⁠ to do that,⁠‌‌ would you kill‍⁠​ me?”

“Huh?​‌⁠ Of course not!‌​ No matter how​ angry I get,‌ how could I ever dare lay‍‌⁠ a hand on​​‌ Lord Regent…?”

Echidna⁠‌ regained her composure⁠ as soon as‍⁠⁠ she realized what⁠ she had just‍‍ said.

At‍​‍ least she had⁠‍ not completely lost⁠ her mind.

But‌ if this was‍⁠‍ a problem for‌‌‍ them, it was‍​ also a problem​⁠ for Perda.

‘How​‍‍ the hell am​⁠ I supposed to‍ resolve this…?’

It​ was not an⁠‌‌ easy matter.

After⁠ all, creating that​ golem had been‍⁠​ a difficult task.‌‌‌

And‌‌ the fact that‌ Echidna was a Rune Maker already⁠‌‌ demonstrated her enormous‍ value.

‘But‍‌⁠ Isabella is also‌ right.’

The‍​‌ golem research was‍ not progressing.

Meanwhile,​ Morida’s clothes were​ becoming more elaborate‌ every day.

Whether‌ he wanted to‍​ admit it or‍‌ not, it looked‌‍ like dereliction of‍‍ duty.

‘Besides,⁠​‌ right now the‍​‌ value of the‍‍⁠ golem takes priority.’‌

With⁠⁠‌ the conquest of⁠​⁠ the East declared⁠ as an objective,‍ the importance of⁠‍​ that research had​ increased tremendously.

He‍‌ needed to pressure⁠ Echidna.

‘And​ the best way‍ is to touch‍ on the issue‍ of custody.’

It‍ was a dangerous​‌⁠ tightrope.

But‍‌ witches belonged to‍ the Red Circle.⁠‌​

And‌‍⁠ the Philiaz family⁠‍⁠ was famous for‍ their unhealthy obsessions.‍⁠‌

They​‌‌ were beings who​‌⁠ made decisions driven​‌‌ by emotion, so⁠‌‍ he had to⁠‌​ proceed carefully.

After‍ a long exchange⁠ of growls, Echidna​ made a proposal.⁠

“If‍‌​ you’re going to​ take custody away⁠‌‍ from me, then⁠​ listen to Mori’s⁠‌ opinion first!!!”

Perda‍⁠​ looked at Isabella.​‍⁠

“That‍⁠‍ sounds acceptable.”

Isabella⁠⁠ showed a surprising​ amount of interest.​⁠

As‌ though the alleged​⁠​ dereliction of duty​‌ no longer mattered‍ at all.

Either​‌‍ way, in order‍‌​ to settle the​‍ dispute, they summoned‍ Morida.

The​​⁠ girl entered with‍ her usual elegant⁠ appearance.

“Ah…‌​​ she’s so adorable…”‍⁠‍

“Cough…”​⁠

Echidna⁠‍ reacted with exaggerated⁠ enthusiasm.

And​‌‍ upon seeing her,‌ Isabella let out‍‍​ an emotional sound.‌

“Are‌ all dragons and‍ witches like this?”‍​‌

“How​⁠ would I know?”⁠‌​

Perda‌‌⁠ did not care.​‍‌

So​‍ he decided to⁠⁠ focus on what​ mattered.

“I’ll⁠‍ ask the question.‌ Morida, what do‌‍‌ you think is‌ the best solution‌ to this problem?”⁠‌

Morida​‍ alternated her gaze‌​ between Echidna and‌‍ Isabella.

Then,⁠⁠ as always, she‍‍‍ wrote something down.‌‍‍

Her⁠‍ elegant handwriting read.⁠‍

— I believe the‌​​ clearest solution would‍‍‍ be to split⁠ the body in‍‌​ half.

“…What?”‍​

Perda‍‍ fell into thought.⁠

For‍⁠‌ a moment, he‌‌​ believed it was​​ some kind of‍ poetic metaphor.

“Do‌‌‌ you mean that​‌​ we should see‌ who values you‌​‌ more?”

— Eliminating the root‌​‌ of the conflict‍⁠ is also a solution.

She​​‍ was genuinely suggesting⁠‍ that they kill​​ each other.

Perda‌⁠​ looked at Morida’s⁠‍ face again.

She‌‍‌ had tremendous dark​⁠​ circles under her⁠⁠‌ eyes.

“…I​⁠​ will deliver my‍‌‌ verdict.”

Perda‍ opened his mouth.‌⁠

“For‌⁠‍ the next week,⁠‌​ Morida will remain⁠​‌ under my supervision.”‌‌⁠

“Whaaaaaat???!!!”‌‌

“W-What!?”‍⁠

Both⁠​ Isabella and Echidna‍⁠‍ were startled.

And‌ both immediately protested.‌

“That⁠⁠‍ makes absolutely no⁠⁠ sense!!! You delegated​‍‌ her care to​ me!”

“That⁠‍ was only a temporary measure until​ a solution could⁠ be found. Morida⁠⁠ is property of⁠⁠‌ the Grand Duchy,​⁠​ and I have‌‍ the authority to‌⁠ decide who manages‍‌ her. Therefore, I can also manage‌​‍ her personally.”

Isabella​⁠​ adjusted her glasses⁠ to hide her‍ bewilderment.

“Besides,​ Mori is a delicate young girl.‌​​ I don’t think‍ it’s appropriate for​‍⁠ someone so young‌ to be placed‍⁠ under the care‌‌​ of a man…”⁠‌

Scratch‍ scratch scratch.

“It​‍ seems she disagrees.”‍

Morida‌ drew a large⁠ X across the‍‍ paper.

Apparently,‍​ she considered that​ ruling to be‌​‍ the correct answer.​

“For⁠⁠ this week, Ruri‌ and I will‌⁠ take care of​‍​ her. Since she‍ barely speaks anyway,‌ she’ll be able⁠‌ to continue working‍ beside us without‍ any problems.”

“And‌‌ what do you⁠​ intend to do​‌ after that week?”‍​⁠

“That‌ will depend on‌​‍ the results achieved⁠ by the accused.”⁠

Perda’s​ blue eyes turned‍​ toward Echidna.

“Echidna.”​

His‍‍⁠ deep voice made​‍⁠ the witch’s entire⁠‍‌ body tremble.

“Y-Yes!”​⁠

“You​ came here to​ research your golem.​ Is that correct?”⁠​‍

“Yes…‌⁠ yes, of course…”‍‌⁠

“Vernell​ has already shown​ results. You, on⁠⁠ the other hand,⁠⁠ have shown nothing.‍ I know you‍⁠‌ enjoy playing with‍ dolls, but you‍‍​ must at least‍​ fulfill your duties.”‍​

“Uuu…”​

Echidna⁠‌ lowered her head,‍‍ unable to argue.‌‌

“That‌‌ is why I will grant you​ six months. Until‌​ then, the custody⁠ arrangement will alternate‌ weekly.”

“You​⁠ mean after she‍‌ spends one week‌ with me, I’ll‍‌​ have to hand‌ her over to‌‌ this witch for‍⁠ another week?”

“Exactly.”‍​‍

Neither‍⁠ of them was‍ satisfied.

They‍​⁠ both wanted her⁠​ exclusively for themselves.​

And‍‍‍ now they would​‌ have to take​ turns week after‍ week.

“And⁠ furthermore.”

Perda‍ was not finished​‍⁠ yet.

“Morida​​ will report to​‍⁠ me regarding the​‌‌ performance of both​ of you. If⁠⁠⁠ one of you​⁠ shows a noticeable​‌‌ decline in performance,​⁠​ the other will⁠ take her place​⁠‍ without prior notice.‌​‌ And if the‍​ replacement also shows​‌ a decline in⁠‍‌ performance, Morida will‍‌ remain under my‍ supervision for an​‌ entire month.”

If⁠‍‌ two people fought⁠ over a toy,⁠ the logical thing⁠‍​ to do was‍ take the toy⁠‌ away.

The‌‍ moment she heard​ that ruling, Morida’s​‌⁠ eyes regained their​⁠ sparkle.

She​ took a note‌⁠⁠ and wrote.

— I believe this⁠⁠‌ decision is worthy‍ of a wise‌ ruler.

“Good.​ Then the matter‌ is settled.”

Echidna⁠‍‍ shot Isabella a resentful glare.

As​ if she wanted‍​⁠ to tell her‌ that all of⁠ this was her​​‌ fault.

Yet,‍​ strangely enough, her‍‍ emotional circuits did⁠‍⁠ not react.

Which‍‍ meant that the​‍‍ emotions feeding those⁠ circuits were not​​ related to anger​‍⁠ or resentment.

Isabella‍​ did not back​ down and met‌‌ her gaze directly.‌‍

After​​ all, someone who‌​ had once been​⁠ the chief secretary‌‍ of the Magic‌ Tower was not‌ easily intimidated either.​‌​

The‍‍‌ distance between the⁠ two seemed to‍‌‌ grow deeper and⁠ deeper.

Meanwhile,​​‌ Morida’s expression looked‍⁠​ far more relaxed​​​ than before.

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