If he were one second slower, Mickus' hand would have been minced meat.

Still, he quickly hid his trembling right hand behind himself while glaring coldly at Frank. "Impressive."

His flattery was icy, just as there was no hint of positive attitude toward Frank in his visage if anything, he looked even more hostile now.

"You flatter me," Frank replied, his tone neutral.

Such was his attitude-if the other person backed down, he would afford them their solace.

However, it was still clear that the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion had no respect for Frank and was actually hostile.

Glancing at Silverbell beside himself, Frank could certainly see why.

"Hmph!"

Mickus snorted coldly, not forgetting to threaten Frank before he stormed off. "Don't think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There's all the time for you to suffer!"

worry about that," Frank replied,

while Frank waited until he was gone before turning toward

"Pfft..."

and her divine good looks

that has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking

Frank could not help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between

pouted at the last part,

town for some business, and I can help if you need me." Silverbell was surprised

some thought. "I've come in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's

"A heretical geomancer?"

was the first time Frank heard of such a title

and his methods unorthodox-you'd fall for it if you let your guard down for a moment. I don't mind telling you that it's my first time dealing with such a

a brow. "Methods such

"Such as..."

"Drinking a fetus' blood to maintain his youth, cannibalistic rituals,

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