"They said unless I stepped down as head of Ducal Manor, I wasn't going anywhere!"
"And even if I wanted to step down, I'd still need approval from the five senators. Total tyranny!"
Duke Michelstein looked utterly aggrieved—being the big boss wasn't easy at all.
"Father, say no more. I feel your pain. Being the leader is no picnic,"
Anastasia gave a helpless smile. After all, she too had been thoroughly wrangled by that professional squanderer, Velen.
Wait a second!
Suddenly struck by an idea, Anastasia turned to Duke Michelstein with a gleam in her eyes.
"Father, you've been to the fortress before—so you can use a Spatial Portal to return there directly!"
"Velen's asking us to help him squander these anyway. When you're almost out, just use the final Spatial Portal to stay at the fortress."
"If the senators question you later, it's not your fault. After all, you just happened to run out of Spatial Portals. What could you do?"
Huh?!
Duke Michelstein's eyes lit up.
