Chapter 157.2

“Sorry, are you injured?”

“No. Thank you, Meat Saintess.”

“It’s Rosarin. I will hit you next time you address me differently.”

“Thank you, Rosarin.”

The Second Prince put his forehead on the back of my hand. If I remember correctly, this is the gesture of showing the highest grade of appreciation. I only handed it over, though.

Parting with the Second Prince, Dirk and I held each other’s hands as we walked.

“There was a problem with the way you did it, but that person seemed to be happy.”

“Yep.”

We joined up with everyone while having such discussion, and we spent our last night in Wolfanea conversing noisily.