The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

It was impressive that Frank could kill that dragon instantly, but that was all there was to it.

There was strength in numbers, and once the punk returned with his friends, Frank was a dead man.

So instead of losing, he should flee there was no shame in running to fight another day.

Seeing that the villagers remained unconvinced, Frank snorted. "Go home. I'll deal with this myself!"

"Do whatever you like. Heaven knows we tried."

With a sigh of exasperation, the villagers all turned and left.

Since they could not get out on their own, Frank waved, levitating back to the surface.

Jouri walked up, pouting. "Why would you still play nice with them? Just use them as cannon fodder for later."

Frank chuckled. "It's called the measure of a king. The number of people you can tolerate is the number of people you'd rule.

"Sure, they run their mouths, but it's out of kindness too. Should I really take exception to some cheap words?"

Jouri nodded. "True. Thank goodness I major in science and not politics, or I'd be played like a fiddle."

smiled but

try not to kill the punk and the friends he'd bring. I'd like

else to do anyway... why don't we keep going and see

"Sure!"

and Frank walked through the narrow passage

green. With

"Look!"

canaries at all as she pointed at a nearby

murals, which closely resembled the one he

closer look, he

story: a

the mortal realm. After he died, his remains were left in this canyon, where his godly energy diffused into the

mused. "Is that so-called sage one of the people who carried the will of the

check it out for

Jouri

just five meters wide and the roof

ahead, where a stone sculpture with

up