However, the girl merely gave them a strange look before turning into a breeze and vanishing.
All that remained in place was a beanbag chair resembling an oversized slime.
"Hmph! Princess's friend is far too rude! Is that truly how a noble lady should behave?" Marquis Raeven snapped from the side.
King said nothing. Old John, who had remained silent until now, muttered softly, "What noble lady can just disappear like that?"
Marquis Raeven felt his face burning, yet he could not find anything to say in rebuttal. What had happened to his formerly shrewd and wise self?
I must have her!
The fat king roared inwardly, then turned around. The crimson royal cloak behind him swept up with the motion. "Marquis Raeven, let us go."
When a dragon flying through the heavens encountered an ant, even if that ant possessed an exceedingly noble status, the dragon would not lower its head. The ant should instead pray that the dragon was in a good mood; otherwise, a single breath of dragonfire would wipe out the entire anthill.
That night, the drunken king's mind had become a complete mess. Seeing how absent-minded he was at dinner, Marquis Raeven said that a woman like that could at most become a concubine. Yet making a powerful magic caster into a concubine was itself an extraordinarily difficult matter.
Besides, that woman was rumored to share an unclear and indescribable relationship with Princess Lana.
Marquis Raeven knew this new king had no chance, so he could only try his best to console him.
After Marquis Raeven left, servants came to attend him, but the drunken king berated every last one of them and drove them away.
The royal attire, similar to that once worn by the old king, reeked of alcohol. His cloak had long