Chapter 18: The Price of the Promise (2)
His master’s words were lost on Risir. Though he grasped the context, he thought he must have misinterpreted the meaning behind them.
“You’re telling me to say anything I want from Bendel...?”
Who could take such words at face value? If he were to immediately answer, “Then I want the Bendel manor and the patriarch’s neck,” that would be the real problem.
As a not-so-ordinary young man, Risir had been spending time lately with frivolous thoughts. Maybe I should adjust my bastard rating to A+? My growth rate is getting out of hand.
It wasn’t easy for him to keep up with the pace of his mysterious dark elf master who traveled with a talking book.
“Wait a minute! Who are you?”
Someone interrupted the confused disciple and the ever-smiling master.
“Oh my, who’s this girl?”
“This is my sister Roera, who considers me her-brother-no matter-what-anyone-says.”
“Ah!!! I told you not to do that, seriously!”
“My, how close you two are.”