“Hahaha! Please have another drink, Sir Galfredik!”

“Ah! It’s overflowing with booze. You are truly a generous man.”

“How could I possibly compare to you, Sir Galfredik? Knight of knights! Man of men! Uhahahahaha!”

Prince Localope shook his head with dismay as Galfredik, and the middle-aged nobleman laughed and chatted while sharing drinks.

“This… I don’t know if it’s supposed to work out this smoothly,” Prince Localope said.

“Good is good. I don’t know why humans have so many worries.” It was an inappropriate, irreverent way of speaking to the imperial prince, but no one criticized it. It was because the grinning existence by Prince Localope’s side wasn’t human. To be exact, it was an existence that could not be constrained by the laws and prestige of the Roman Empire. More importantly, he had played the biggest role in getting Galfredik to become so close with Count Vermain and to hold a banquet for all members of the expedition.

“Is this the end of the monster uprising? Is there more?”

“There is one left to the southwest.”

“How annoying. But since I promised, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Yes. Sir Eugene hates arrogant people who break their promises the most.”

“Despite that, he didn’t seem to dislike you, wizard.”

“Ah! Ah…!”

The female wizard, Romari,...