Godfather...I…
Ainsley immediately looked at Godfather and found the guy wasn't looking at her at all. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and there was this gloomy atmosphere around him.
[So...you don't trust this lord.] The Godfather's voice in Ainsley's mind was insanely cold, cold enough to freeze Sahara.
Ainsley couldn't help but flinch.
[N-nwo...I...Ain twust ywou, b-but...Ain…]
[If you trust this lord, why aren't you letting this lord meet the alchemist guild master? Is this lord not important enough to represent you?]
When the Godfather said that, Ainsley could feel a chill down her spine. She instantly shook her head.
[N-nwo, nwo, you're impowtant! Vewy!]
[Then let this lord represent you at the meeting.]
Ainsley's mind was spinning around. The Godfather's cold tone and how he didn't want to look her in the eyes pressured her to no end that the baby subconsciously replied.
