"The lords of the Capital have proposed two solutions. One is to arrange for a prince, of esteemed status, to marry the Saintess of North Ice, as they would make a fitting match."
"However, a cabinet minister has suggested that the Saintess of North Ice adores heroes, and therefore our most outstanding young Heaven's Chosen from the great Wood Dynasty should wed her. That would be you, Mr. Owen, hahaha."
The Emperor laughed heartily. Owen was a minister he valued greatly. If his minister could attain a beautiful bride, the Emperor would be delighted to see it happen.
Owen Bertram was first taken aback. What was this situation: Had he been arranged for a blind date? Was she a saintess or a leftover woman?
