As she thought about it more and more shockingly, Brocade Winthrop, who had furrowed her brows, took another deep breath of the still bloody-scented evening breeze and then said, "Since Your Excellency is that popular Princess's guest official, what business do you have with me?"
"Very simple, I have an unreasonable request."
Leo Ray, who still maintained a faint smile after keenly noticing the subtle emotional fluctuations on Brocade Winthrop's face, replied, "That is, I hope that you won't help out when the White Knight attacks Ariel Watson and me, that's all."
"What? Your Excellency, are you insulting me with this?"
Hearing this unexpected reply, a touch of anger surged onto Brocade Winthrop's fair cheeks.
She then coldly said, "Although you helped General White repel the Saint Night Army, preventing a catastrophe and earning my admiration, this request is a bit too fanciful, isn't it?"
With the end of her words, the anger on Brocade Winthrop's face became more obvious.
