Since Landen had no particularly useful information to trade this time, he didn't take part in the discussions after the business meeting. He still had plenty to do today.
The previous night, Totapara had discovered that a Devil had been stealing her magic for a long time. There was no way she could let something like that go.
Although the Witch had denied it vehemently, there was no doubt that she was a subordinate of the Devil Race's Sixth Prince, Durosong Nicholas of Girislav.
At this moment, in White Wolf City on the eastern border, countless servants were decorating the lord's castle and preparing all kinds of pastries and ingredients. Every person, every cut of meat, and every wineglass had come from the Royal Palace in Night-Kirin City, making the castle—previously rather rough around the edges—suddenly look splendid.
The Frost-Wolf, Totapara, crouched beside Landen and watched the people bustling back and forth. She said disdainfully, "Landen, why are you being so polite to those people from that little camp? Why don't we just kill our way over there?"
After driving off the Devil girl today, Totapara had once again felt the faith of the Frost-Wolf Forest.
Yet that surge of power only made her angrier. If that Devil girl hadn't interfered, she would have broken through before Blaze.
"I understand what you're thinking," Landen said with a smile, stroking the White Wolf. "But you can't drive the Girislav people away, and I don't have the time or energy to deal with a prince right now, even if he's only an Intermediate Knight."
Landen didn't want to fight on both the eastern and western fronts at once, so he decided to give their eastern neighbor a warning. He planned to hold a ball in White Wolf City in Totapara's name, inviting