Ryan suddenly found himself thinking that his problems had evolved in an absurd way.
First, he was worried about his enemies.
Now, the clamor of trouble echoing in his ears was...
Who would be his first wife?
Who would be the one to sleep in the same bed as him?
For a moment, he thought that perhaps an excess of confidence and power... makes adventurers carefree.
But as he listened to them arguing amongst themselves, he quickly changed his mind.
'In reality, they've always been like this... they haven't changed at all.'
Ryan sighed and pulled himself free from the grip they both had on his arms.
"Enough. All of you, be quiet already. Naturally, I will be sleeping alone, so stop arguing over nonsense."
He frowned, observing them closely as they grumbled.
"Besides, this business of being the leader of the elves is exhausting. I'm going to sleep right now. Tomorrow we will properly discuss the matters we have pending."
