"Dark Ranger! I'm not done with you!" Gilwort said, clenching his fists.
At that moment, Uchiha Madara thought with a smile that he had found Xing En another problem. But that man already had so many troubles that one more probably would not matter.
After the group returned in grand procession, Nicovia sent the soldiers back to their posts. Still wearing the red wedding dress she had torn to pieces herself, she took Uchiha Madara straight into a small tavern.
"The princess is back!" the tavern owner exclaimed excitedly when he saw Nicovia.
"Alright, make us a few dishes. And don't tell anyone I'm here—I'd like to have a quiet meal," Nicovia said to the owner with a smile.
"Of course, of course. It's good that you're back, good that you're back," the owner said.
"Consider today's meal my treat. After this, we'll be even," Nicovia said to Uchiha Madara.
"I really never expected that a little hooligan who mooched food and drink off me would turn out to be the princess of this city. You really kept yourself well hidden," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"Owner, bring the wine first!" Nicovia called to the owner, who was busy in the back.
The owner brought out a wine jar from somewhere, its surface covered in dust. It looked as though it had been aged for quite some time.
"This is a fine wine I kept for myself, meant for my daughter's wedding. But now I'll use it to welcome the princess," the owner said to Nicovia with a smile.
"That doesn't seem right," Nicovia said to him. "You should save it for your daughter's wedding. This wine is far too precious—I can't afford to drink it."
"This is meant to be drunk on important occasions. What could be more