"Think about it, Claude and Anastasia are going to inherit my role as a chieftess, right? Or, at least, one of them will do so in the near future." Theresa continued. "Besides, it's not like I'd accompany you for nothing." Theresa smugly lifted her chin with full confidence. It's as if her offer was more worthwhile than the accompaniment of her children.
"But, you're the chieftess, Theresa-san. Can you just leave your position willy-nilly?" Albrecht asked, troubled. "Also, there's a risk of you dying out there, chieftess."
At his somewhat concerned comment, Theresa's eyes narrowed as she softly glared at Albrecht while pouting her mouth. "Knowing that, do you think I could just send my children with you, knowing the risks involved?" She pointed out as her lips tightly parted.
