Ihan wore a stern look for the first time in a while.
Siana the priestess, still oblivious to the oddness, blinked her snake-like vertical pupils and tilted her head.
“Wasn’t that a threat?”
“How could I threaten the professor...”
Suddenly Ihan remembered what he’d said earlier — “If traces of the Sea Serpent get into Professor Voladi’s ears, whatever the request is, the negotiations will turn into a mud fight.” — and the memory flashed through him.
“That wasn’t a threat. It was closer to a desperate plea,” he quickly rationalized to himself, then explained the situation.
“I wanted to finish convincing the other guilds quickly.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“... By helping, maybe?”
Siana’s eyes gave a look that said, That seems even less likely than threatening him...
She didn’t say it aloud, but the expression was clear.
Ihan noticed the wary vibe in her gaze and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Maybe you’re mistaken?”
“Get ready to go out. Everyone stop what you’re doing and let’s go.”
At Ihan’s words, the princess, who had been taking a new scale out from the corner, nodded brightly.
“Oh? You haven’t left yet?”
Ihan, surprised, asked Yonel.
Yonel himself looked bewildered by the reaction.
“You thought she’d gone out?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“... Why?”
The princess was one of the top students.