"Uhm…" Baron Smith was at loss for words, but when he saw Alaric's annoyed face, he could only bite the bullet.
"Everyone wants to celebrate our victory so I came here to invite you…"
"Fine. I will be there later." Alaric snorted and went back to his treehouse with a slam of the door.
Smith Heinrich could only smile bitterly as he thought to himself.
It seems like I have inadvertently offended, Lord Alaric.
Meanwhile, the elf who had come with him was still reeling in shock. He couldn't believe that the cold and indifferent princess had actually entered someone's treehouse.
"Let us go, buddy." Smith tapped the elven warrior's shoulder with a forced smile on his face.
"Uh, alright."
An hour later, Alaric's annoyance finally subsided. He searched for the others and found them drinking the elves. It was a harmonious scene, something that had never happened in his past life.
"What are you guys drinking?" He asked as he approached them.
