Eren donned his clothes, his gaze falling upon the Great Elder's robe, a significant part of his attire as an envoy. However, he hesitated slightly, for the robe was quite heavy.
Normally, this would not have been an issue. But his body was already aching at the moment. He considered using the Dragon Tongue Magic to make the robe lighter, but after the events of the previous night, that option seemed even more risky.
In the end, Eren had no choice but to drape the robe over his shoulders, bearing the discomfort.
'God, I will have to take another portal to enter the Holy City with that woman. Just kill me already...' Rubbing his forehead, he pushed the door open and stepped out of the room.
He wanted to reach the Holy City on the Merchant Ship. However, he had never expected so much to happen along the way.
Instead of avoiding the portals, he had to take even more. Unfortunately, he couldn't even have any regrets about it as it was his decision.
