Ivan rolled his eyes.
"Of course you think anywhere will do, since you don't have to stick your neck out."
Once the plan starts, he would be the one lugging around two big pots, one attached to another even bigger, black pot—turning himself into a professional scapegoat.
"Sorcerer Ivan, your opinion?" Hotter said.
"The plan is so perfect, I'm sure the 'grand initiative' you've prepared is also ready. You can report it in my name to Lord Califf, and then you can talk about the inheritance of the Star Ancestors to postpone or even annul the marriage contract. You may also choose to tell the plain truth.
Given that Lord's fondness for you, he will likely intervene on your behalf to silence any discordant voices."
Ivan nodded his head and shared his understanding, which could be described as a 'thorough plan.'
Now it was the others' turn to roll their eyes. If they had such an initiative, they wouldn't need to seek help from others.
