The secretary Dreams of Marrying the mage

Emerging from the mansion, Franz and Arian strolled leisurely in the vicinity.

“Are you not cold?”

Arian asked worriedly.

The weather in the North was certainly cold, as his breath plumed out every time he exhaled. However, thanks to drinking wine with Ballak just before, his body heat had risen, so he wasn’t particularly cold.

Rather, it was just right, as the cool air seemed to dispel a bit of his drunkenness.

“I’m fine. Are you not cold?”

Arian was wearing thin clothes with a large blanket draped over her shoulders.

So if anyone was cold, it would be her, not him in his thick clothes.

“I lived here until I went to the Magic Tower, you know…?”

“But you’ve been cooped up in the Magic Tower for over ten years.”...