It’s unfortunate, but there are certain types of people in the world.

Just as persistent people are drawn to beautiful individuals, and con artists to those who seem naive, there are certain types of people who get entangled in situations.

Ranken was one of those types of people, who, in half a day, managed to reel in a princess who looked like a bandit.

So, he got tangled with Viretta, huh.

Having mistakenly gotten involved with Viretta, it seemed he was dragged into the dragon hunt by accident.

Or maybe Viretta is like a bug-repellent plant.

Considering that everything happened the moment Viretta disappeared, the latter might be more likely.@@novelbin@@

Anyway, the problem was that things had taken a serious turn.

Viretta and Iola had been taken by the dragon, and there had been no word since. Suddenly, Medlit had appeared, announcing plans for a memorial service to honor Viretta and Iola, while Ranken planned to raid that memorial with his army.

There was no time to search for the missing Viretta and Iola or even to mourn them.

Saffron, lying on the floor, covered his face and muttered sarcastically.

“Ha ha, if you’re of noble blood, I’m sure you know that attacking a formal mercenary group with an army would be considered an immediate declaration of war, right?”

“Hmph, don’t make me laugh. Those guys are from the Dusk Mercenaries. Since when does fighting mercenaries lead to an international issue?”

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