Chapitre 241: A Final Night of Rest

It took Brightblade some moments to stifle her laughter, after which she shot the mage a broad grin. "My other student will be most grateful for your efforts in protecting his chastity," she said, voice still trembling with barely suppressed mirth.

Arran, for his part, gave the mage an annoyed scowl.

It wasn't that he had hoped to have a mansion filled with nubile female servants. The thought had barely even crossed his mind. Perhaps it held a certain appeal, but it wasn't something he had expected to happen — not seriously, at any rate.

What irked him was that the mage had thought such unusual measures necessary. As if he was some lecher who would forget all about his training the moment he saw a pretty face.

Not that he would mind having a few pretty faces around, of course. And how much of a distraction could a few friendly maids be, really?