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!"

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

have to worry about that," Frank

until he was gone

"Pfft..."

and her divine good looks and her carefree smile left Frank

Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion, and

"Running all over Draconia, mediating between various

at the last part, rolling her eyes at

you're doing here. I happen to be in town for some business, and I can help if you need me." Silverbell

investigate a certain foreigner. He's a legitimate

"A heretical geomancer?"

heard of

nodded. "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

brow. "Methods