"Doesn't that settle it?!" Violet drew back her leg and leaned in close, staring into her apprentice's eyes.
"He's a pervert. A complete and utter monster. The key is, he's also ridiculously handsome. That face of his—never mind you, I've lived for a hundred and fifty years and seen so many elven royals, yet not one of them could compare to him."
Violet spread her hands with frank honesty. "I'll level with you. When I first met him, I wanted his body too. If it weren't for how deeply you little girl had fallen for him, I'd have gone into battle myself long ago. I'm a Magic Forger, after all—we'd have plenty in common. If the two of us got together, we'd absolutely monopolize the entire Free City-State's weapons trade. Though my sister and I could monopolize it anyway."
Elonore's face turned bright red at her master's explicit words. Both hands tightly twisted the hem of her clothes, and she had no idea what to say.
"All right, I won't fight you for him." Violet waved a hand and began teaching her a lesson.
"Listen carefully. In these chaotic times, a high-quality resource like that is hot property. That chieftain from the neighboring Orc Alliance looks like a wild boar, yet he's married more than a dozen wives. What's wrong with a prize like Master Su having two women? Three wives and four concubines is perfectly normal!"
Elonore stared blankly at her master. She had been exceptionally well protected at the Merchant Association headquarters since childhood, her head filled with the romantic tales from elven poetry of one life, one love, one partner.
Violet rapped the table in exasperation at her failure to live up to expectations. "Don't take that village girl and that young lady seriously. You're the Grand