
yeah, the comedy wasn't intentional. Yuna was an Ice witch who lived for 100 of years why would she care about those adventurers, and since Witches are dramatic and narcissistic, I tried to present her true character. But I supposed I failed, You are free to make fun of it. However, Conrad he is usually fascinated by others Worldly things, but at this moment he is frustrated with those leeches. He is fed up of it.

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Chapter 74 : Remnants long forgotten
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