Chapter 26: The Tin Knight and The Witchs Way of Greeting (1)
After shutting herself in her lodging, Dorothea was lost in thought.
If she thought about it rationally, even if one of the treasures was in this city as the Tin Knight said, Dorothea wouldn’t lose anything.
It was naturally easier to find something in the middle of a busy street than digging through some strange mountain valley’s secret ruins.
Yet, the reason Dorothea grumbled was simple.
...Somehow, I feel like I’m being swayed by that guy more and more as days go by.
The Tin Knight.
A familiar contracted to Dorothea and her personal guard.
A skilled fighter who could effortlessly cut down dozens of armed troops, yet frivolous and impulsive in a way ill-suited to his skills.
“For a magic doll, that guy’s emotional expressions are excessively abundant.”
Ordinary magic dolls were low in intelligence and incapable of complex thought activities.
Come here, bring that, wait, fight.