"Haha, I smell just like Lin."

After the exhausting bath, Lucia immediately leaned in to catch Lin's scent, her expression filled with happiness.

Tigrea, who was beside them wearing a sleeveless top, subtly sniffed her shoulder and underarm before stating with a neutral expression, "I like it too, for that reason."

Lucia, standing to Lin's right, glared at Tigrea, who was on his left. However, the mage simply looked up at Lin and smiled.

"Your hair is still damp. Shall I dry it with magic?"

"No, it’s fine."

With the heat of Lucia’s anger radiating from his right side, his hair would probably dry soon enough. Lin kept his gaze fixed straight ahead. Balance, he thought, it’s all about balance. Though he wasn't sure why he had to be the one maintaining it, he knew he had to.

"We’ve arrived."@@novelbin@@

To Lin’s surprise, Ailan Decarrun had chosen to host dinner at her private villa in the capital, rather than the Imperial Palace. Her reason was that, as a representative, she couldn't act as the host in the palace, but Lin sensed there might be other motives. The carriage came to a halt, and the butler, along with the servants, greeted them and guided the trio to the dining area.

"Welcome, Lin, porter of the Hero’s party."

Ailan warmly welcomed Lin with open arms. The porter, who had never been addressed by his full name before, found the Duke’s formal greeting quite strange.

"Please, have a seat."

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