Three days later.
Short Touch Wand's life over the past half month had been exciting enough to write a novel about, probably titled, "Was Something Wrong with Running Away with the Young Lady During a Popular Revolt?"
For half a month, Short Touch Wand had been fleeing alongside Heimina. It was not until today that Heimina found shelter in a coastal region, offered by "a friend of her father's."
This friend was also a noble, and the lord of a city.
Short Touch Wand was now having dinner with this noble family in their manor.
The dining etiquette of nobles in every country was so complicated it gave Short Touch Wand a headache. Just before this, he had been discussing with the members of Scarlet Serpent about running a Hero-level dungeon after dinner.
But this dinner would clearly take at least one or two hours to finish.
First, the old nobleman with a goatee, the master of the manor, took his seat at the head of the long table. His descendants and relatives sat in order along both sides.
Heimina had been placed among the generation of his children, seated together with his six sons and daughters. Short Touch Wand was seated there as well.
There were at least twenty people at one long table. Just serving everyone a single dish took over ten minutes.
"Are things all right on your father's side, Heimina?"
The old nobleman with the goatee asked before dinner officially began.
"The situation in Iron Guard City has worsened recently, so Father had me come seek Uncle Leit's protection first. It's just... you know."
Heimina did not continue.
"Those rioters will be punished sooner or later. We taught them so much, yet this is how they repay us."
Of course, the old nobleman knew what had