Albrecht was very happy.
Recently, he had been dogged by misfortune and nothing had gone his way.
Forced to become a Blood Servant and compelled to don women's clothing, he had long harbored a bellyful of anger, yet dared not vent it due to the lewd power of the True Ancestor.
But now, things were looking up.
He was just fretting about where to vent his frustration when someone conveniently presented themselves!
Seeing the calm and composed "maiden," the two kidnappers were somewhat surprised.
The masked Mage looked Albrecht up and down and praised,
"True to form for a Lord from the Northern Land, even at this juncture, you remain so composed."
"You can think of this as a kidnapping, and if you cooperate with us, we are likewise willing to avoid resorting to undue violence."
A woman?
Hearing the other's voice, Albrecht raised an eyebrow.
He was indeed very composed, and not at all surprised.
