Chapter 147: The Tin Knight and The City of Scales (7)
“…Do you guys not know what ‘rest’ means?”
This was the first thing Dorothea said when the Tin Knight returned to the lodging and suddenly presented the necromancer’s head.
Under her ice-cold gaze, Adelaide avoided eye contact while sweating profusely despite it not being particularly her fault, and Sophia just smiled with a face that said she knew nothing. However, that smile was a bit stiffer than usual.
And as for the Tin Knight.
[The ‘Tin Knight’ says he’s brought Dorothea’s compatriot, so please check his condition!]
As always, he upset Dorothea’s stomach with an impossible nonsense remark.
Dorothea’s eyebrows twitched and rose, but the experienced witch calmed herself by taking a long breath instead of getting angry right away.
“Explain what happened.”
At the party leader’s order, the party obediently complied.
The commotion at the restaurant, Maris von Lennart’s proposal, the trial that followed, and the Tin Knight’s intervention.
They were quite dense events for just half a day, but since the party’s journey was generally like this anyway, Dorothea wasn’t particularly surprised. Humans were animals of adaptation.
“Hmm, so this is that thing.”