Inside the carriage, the fragrance emanating from Skylar filled the confined space.
"Isaac, what exactly do you mean? Making me eat at the same table with you, and ride in the same carriage... If word gets out, how do you think people will see me?" Skylar looked at Isaac with a cold expression.
Ever since he got on the carriage, he has been holding the Skyrend Sword, closing his eyes and concentrating without saying a single word.
"Right now you could clearly return to the Kingdom of Vriweth with the main forces. So why are you choosing to go to the Kingdom of Northwing alone?"
Skylar's words were clear, Isaac had achieved such great merit, so even if he returned, Eldorado would not impose any punishment on him.
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