"You just said that you wanted to buy my cute pet?"
A wicked smile curled her lips as Madam Mandel paused, carefully sizing up Landon.
His appearance was utterly ordinary, yet strangely pleasing to the eye.
She did not know why she felt that way.
At the same time, as an Eighth Rank powerhouse whose Spiritual Power and Mana had completely fused, she had vaguely sensed the somewhat unusual aura of fate surrounding the Youth before him even before he entered the room.
It seemed that some High-rank Prophet had left a mark on him, though the reason was unknown.
This piqued her interest. Someone specially watched by a High-rank Prophet must have something unusual about him, enough to make him worthy prey.
And judging by this completely hands-off approach, as long as she did not kill or cripple him, that prophet behind him probably would not care if she merely played with him for a while.
"Unfortunately, I have no intention of transferring my pet for the time being."
After a moment of silence, the golden-haired noblewoman extended a finger and slowly wagged it.
"That's my younger brother!"
Freya could not help crying out agitatedly.
"Pfft—oh~ yes, beautiful Elf lady, perhaps he had that identity long ago. But now—his only identities are my pet and servant. Nothing more."
Delightedly admiring Freya's little face flushed red with anger, Madam Mandel giggled before abruptly changing the subject.
"However, since it is a request from this dear little brother, I can give you a chance to take him away."
"Are you serious?"
Landon immediately looked surprised.
He had not held out much hope just now. After all, they were facing an Eighth Rank; no matter what they did, it would have little effect on her.
"Mhm~ of course. Let me think of