#Chapter 65
“Please reconsider this, Lord Hirkan.”
“No.”
“But this is diplomatic……”
“Nope.”
Saluem squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them arduously.
‘What am I going to do……’
No matter how hard he tried to convince the wizard, there was no use.
He hopelessly stared at Hirkan lying on a chaise lounge.
While Saluem was dying from frustration, Hirkan was all melted on the seat with an indifferent look dripping from his face.
Saluem let out a deep sigh once again upon noticing how Hirkan’s gown was falling apart, revealing his bare chest.
Hirkan was wearing traditional Niaakalite loungewear.
The Niaakalite loungewear he was wearing consisted of large drapes that revealed all of his torso, which was very common clothing in Niaakal, the country of deserts.
But in Vahaluun, the attire was far from acceptable.
It would be commonly seen in a married couple’s clandestine bedroom.
Alas, there he was lying in the middle of the drawing-room for everyone to see.
