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."

but

said, "By the way, try not to kill the

nothing else to do anyway... why don't

"Sure!"

through the narrow passage and eventually

happy green. With the birds singing

"Look!"

interested in the canaries at all as she pointed at

turned and saw the murals, which closely resembled the one he

closer

story: a

were

one of the people who carried the will of

check it out for

placed, Jouri and Frank followed the

five meters wide and the roof was covered with dripping

a stone sculpture with

went up and