The Drunk saintess

While Franz was suffering from the other nobles, the four women were watching him from a short distance away.

Arian said.

“I mean the Magic Tower Master. Doesn’t he seem a bit too excited?”

Her voice was full of bluntness. She didn’t like that Franz was surrounded by other nobles, especially young women.

But how could that be Franz’s fault? It was entirely the fault of the nobles who had flocked to him.

Of course, the nobles' feelings were understandable. Knowing he had received the Title of Duke on top of being the Mage who subjugated the Demon Lord, the Magic Tower Master, and a Saint, they wanted to build a good relationship with him no matter what.

Regardless, the fact that she disliked it remained the same.

And she wasn’t the only one harboring such thoughts.

“To think there would be a day when you and I share the same mind.”

Yustia said that and let out a short sigh...