Mirian finally accepted the title and lands of Baroness of Morlan. Then, still dazed, she returned to the chair beside Lady Triss, a Blood Eagle signet ring bearing the scarlet regent's night-bat crest in hand.
Her mind was completely blank. She could barely think straight.
She felt certain the cunning vampire had trapped her with some wicked mind spell, but Lady Triss knew it was simply a case of "brain overload" caused by doing too much thinking in too little time.
Nothing serious.
She just needed to rest, have a few sips of wine, and relax.
The ceremony had officially concluded, but Murphy still had one last thing to announce—something he'd been saving for the end. Amid the players' whispers from the second floor, he used his own strength to rise from his chair.
Leaning on the Desire Demonblade, he took a deep breath and looked up.
His gentle gaze passed over the face of every player. He remembered how these brave, adorable spirits from another world had fought under his command, and how he had met and gotten to know each of them.
They had known one another for less than a month, but they were already quite familiar with each other.
Unfortunately, Murphy couldn't be sure whether they were close because the players truly considered him, an "NPC," their friend, or simply because players liked a main-quest NPC who paid generously.
He wanted to know the answer.
He could probably find out simply by using Desire Sense to listen in.
But in the end, Murphy didn't.
He didn't want to be disappointed. And it wasn't the right time.
He put the question out of his mind, then quietly reached for the core orb strapped to his wrist and activated the quest transmission. The text he'd prepared was ready