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!"

threaten Frank before he stormed off. "Don't think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There's all the time

about that," Frank

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

"Pfft..."

her divine good

breath, "Clear Winds Pavilion is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me for a while, but I can't give

help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating

part,

in town for some business, and I can

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

"A heretical geomancer?"

Frank heard of such a title and was

"I'm telling you just so that you'll be careful. He's really unpredictable and his methods unorthodox-you'd fall for it if you let your guard down for a moment. I don't

lifted a brow. "Methods