"Lunch? Pardon me for being blunt, but you must be seeking more than that," the hunter said in a moment of disappointment.
Someone yearning for a throne would risk their life for mere trifles; it was a disproportionate proposition.
War would inevitably bring death, and death meant the end of innocents. The grievances of these innocents would not dissipate with a simple lunch.
Thus the hunter deeply doubted Violet's words.
This time, Violet chose not to respond to his questions. The "lunch" she had mentioned was merely an analogy and an excuse.
The night was long and full of perils, with no one knowing what was happening in the world.
Violet desired the position of town mayor not because she yearned to be a bureaucrat.
She cared more about her own interests, or the interests of the entire Mercenary Corps Group.
Violet absolutely couldn't tolerate anyone who had differing opinions from her and sought to exploit her for their own benefits. It was an unforgivable act.
