Chapter 87: Marriage Proposal (3)
“A baron? Becoming a baron? Does that mean Dereck will become a noble? Did I hear that right?”
When Dereck nodded, Pheline took a step back, bringing her hands to her temples as if she were dizzy. They were in a dark alley behind the tavern “Tears of Beldern.”
After causing a commotion inside the tavern, Dereck had brought her out, thinking staying would only cause more misunderstandings.
He had left Aiselin and Siern with the escort and hurried to loosen Pheline’s tongue to resolve the matter quickly.
“I need a title. Pheline, as you know, I want to become a high-level mage. At this point, to increase my magical prowess without consequences, I need to raise my status and prestige.”
“You went north to work… and this is what you had in mind?”
“It’s not like I planned it, but the opportunity came up and I took it.”
Pheline, leaning against the shadowy wall of the alley, stroked her chin with a serious expression.
“You know well that my hometown, the village of Radel, was completely destroyed by those damned nobles. I deeply hate dealing with those pretentious aristocrats.”