"Your situation is quite complicated too."
Fafnir elegantly cut the cake, each movement exuding effortless grace and refinement, making dining a visually pleasing experience.
It was clear that the Dragon Princess had received a full education in human society etiquette. Throughout her travels, she had accumulated a wealth of experience in dealing with people, making it quite easy for her to play the role of the "ideal woman" in the eyes of the public.
Of course, that was as long as her poisonous tongue didn't stir things up.
"A bunch of girlfriends with various attributes, a decent status, a quirky and wealthy foster father with power who cares deeply about you - if you just follow the established path without chasing some inexplicable ideals like 'becoming a friend of justice' or 'killing to save the world', your future should be quite happy."
With a flick of her knife, the fruit pie was cut in half, and the young girl changed the subject.
