"Lord Propaganda Minister..."
"You should call me Lord Daimyo now, Student Nohara."
Karn placed a gift box on the table, which contained food from other worlds, magical desserts, Sea Kings dishes, and some new medical books that had been translated.
Having not come to see Rin Nohara for two years, the seal on her body remained intact, and although Rin Nohara had a good level of medical ninjutsu and had spent two years studying medical books from other worlds, she was only away from being a Medical Saint by surgical experience.
She had also grown quite a bit, and seventeen-year-old Rin Nohara was at the age of full bloom, with fresh, shoulder-length hair and a fair, tender face; her delicate features were like a flower about to bloom, with the only unchanged thing perhaps being the purple sticker on her face, yet this revealed a unique kind of beauty.
"Lord Daimyo, I... can I leave here now? I already."
After changing her form of address, Rin Nohara anxiously grabbed Karn's hand at once, as though she had caught the last straw, clutching it tightly without daring to relax the slightest bit.
Loneliness was almost one of the most terrifying punishments, and although Rin Nohara had ways to receive information like the Shinobi World Weekly, she was merely a teenage girl, and after being locked up here for a couple of years, she was almost reaching her breaking point.
While speaking with Karn, Rin Nohara even carried a hint of a crying tone in her voice.
"Student Nohara-forget it, I'll still call you Rin. Rin, as long as you agree to my request, it is very easy to leave this place."
Karn gently stroked Rin Nohara's hair and said to her: "You are innocent, and many things have nothing to do