The discussion went on and the atmosphere between the two parties changed many times, with the latest one being one of aghast.
They looked at Misha and the others with disbelief.
"You’re asking our Lord to go out of the territory with you?" Rey asked, tone awkward. "Forgive us, but that’s a bit difficult."
More of the Guardian villagers spoke after that, stating the thousands of reasons why their Lord absolutely cannot leave the village with strangers!
The Alterrans, on the other hand, were used to this scenario after going through it so many times. Being mobbed by rising tones and splattering saliva no longer fazed them.
At some point, Otto just let out a bit of aura, and they all calmed down, putting distance between them by instinct.
At the same time, the show of force made people even more scared of what was to come. Would they force their hands? Would they have to fight against a level 40?
Granted, he would be kicked out if he made an attack, but the strength of that level was unimaginable to them and therefore terrifying. What kind of damage a level 40 could do before they were pulled out was something they did not want to risk.
However, it wasn’t like Otto had a choice but to show off his aura. If he didn’t, they’d be covered by splatters of saliva from people yelling at them.
This time, it was Misha who stepped forward.
"We understand your concerns," she said. "However, how do you think we’d form alliances? We don’t have a Lord, and even if we did, they definitely wouldn’t go here for that."
"But—"
"Do you expect us to trust you? Anyone would have trouble—"
Baltheo sighed. "It’s fine, I will go," he said, making everyone gasp and look at him.
"Milord—"
"I have my reasons."
Baltheo obviously didn’t want to do it either. However, he trusted his gut.
As long as there weren’t any accidents—he wouldn’t regret it.
...
Baltheo, while he prepared for the long trip, assigned someone to give their guests a tour. The Alterrans appreciated the gesture and took this time to further learn about this new ally.
The tour ended a few hours later, and they finally headed back to the inn. Otto and Misha, unsurprisingly, shared a room. He was also quite well behaved in front of Misha, and he was not like the irate guy who glared at anyone who stared at her.
When they entered the inn, all his attention was on her, holding her slim waist and pulling her close, as if he wanted to conjoin their bodies.
Obviously, someone was in heat, and it heated up people’s eyes, making their eyelids twitch.



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