Located in Bollayno, the outskirts of the Kiehl Empire, the village Ariartelle lived in was as rustic as Gidol, Eugene’s hometown. When Eugene arrived in the village, he finally understood why Cyan and Ciel had said some specific things before.

“…It smells like cow dung,” Eugene commented bitterly.

To some level, Cyan and Ciel had spoken the truth. The smell of cow and horse dung wafted around the quiet countryside.

“Won’t it be better to live in a city rather than the countryside?” Eugene muttered to himself.

“I hate the city because it’s noisy there,” Ariartelle mumbled, frowning after she had followed Eugene outside.

She looked like she had nothing to do aside from watching what was happening in the Dragonic mansion while cooping herself inside her home, so why would she care if the outside of her house was noisy?

…However, Eugene decided to not ask Ariartelle the question.

“Don’t come looking for me on your own,” Ariartelle spoke. “This is a quiet village. If a warp gate connecting to the capital was opened here, the news would shock everyone in the town. If one of the Lionhearts used the warp gate, the villagers would be hellbent on holding a festival.”

“…Are you exaggerating a bit?” Eugene asked reluctantly.

“This village held a festival for a neighbor’s dog when it first succeeded in using a potty. I don’t want to provide any excuses for the village to have another festival or attract attention because of you.”

If she really didn’t want to receive attention, shouldn’t she have lived in a secluded mountain village instead of a village like this? And how could she hope to not draw unwanted attention with her fiery red hair?

…Eugene didn’t ask those questions too.

“Then what do you want me to do?” Eugene tilted his head.

“What do you mean? I will just send the magic staff, as I don’t...