"Tap... tap... tap..."
A tapping came from the private room next door.
Aisili instantly rose from her chair and stood before the wall. As a subordinate, she had to stand in front of her superior when faced with the unknown. Those were the rules.
Kallen slowly rose from the sofa and straightened his clerical robes. When he reached the wall, he caught Aisili by the shoulder and pulled her back some distance.
"Crack..."
There was a crisp scraping sound as a rectangle was cut out of the wall from the other side, then fell toward Kallen with a bang.
Kallen raised his hand and conjured a control spell, slowly lowering the falling section of wall while suppressing the dust that would have risen with it.
Standing on the other side was Lord Aoji. She lifted her skirt and wiped the finger she had just used to cut through the wall.
Kallen averted his gaze to avoid looking at her exposed, long, full thighs.
For some reason, ever since they met that day, Kallen had felt that something was odd about this Frost Dragon. It felt as though an auntie at a pastry shop kept making flirtatious gestures at him, inviting him inside to sample her freshly baked pastries.
In any case, it was a little too deliberate-so deliberate that Kallen instinctively wanted to keep his distance from her.
Miss Daina came over and said in some surprise, "Hey, you were right next door to me."
Lord Aoji reminded her, "Miss, I think it might be because Kallen receives the same level of treatment as us."
"Oh, really?" Miss Daina looked at Kallen. "Your treatment level is that high?"
Is being on the same level as you so outrageous?
You just rely on connections. I rely on a political legacy.
Kallen