The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

If he were one second slower, Mickus' hand would have been minced meat.

Still, he quickly hid his trembling right hand behind himself while glaring coldly at Frank. "Impressive."

His flattery was icy, just as there was no hint of positive attitude toward Frank in his visage if anything, he looked even more hostile now.

"You flatter me," Frank replied, his tone neutral.

Such was his attitude-if the other person backed down, he would afford them their solace.

However, it was still clear that the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion had no respect for Frank and was actually hostile.

Glancing at Silverbell beside himself, Frank could certainly see why.

"Hmph!"

think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There's all the time for you

about that,"

glowering, while Frank waited until he was gone before turning toward

"Pfft..."

her divine

has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me for a while, but I can't give

all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as having

at the last part, rolling her

Go on-tell me what you're doing here. I happen to be in town for some business, and I can help if you need me." Silverbell was surprised and was ready to

thought. "I've come in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's a legitimate businessman,

"A heretical geomancer?"

heard of such a title

fall for it if you let your guard down

brow.