"So she chose to be your mistress?"
Sif was stunned for a few seconds, vaguely understanding Alina's thoughts.
She wasn't unwilling to be bound by marriage; she just didn't want to be second.
Beyond that, there were political considerations.
Sif smiled and shook her head, "Roland, you don't understand women. In name, she's a mistress, but in reality, she's still your wife. She can be willful; I mustn't be rude."
Roland never understood women, and this time was no exception.
He tactfully did not continue the topic.
Sif was no longer the simple and easily angered noble girl she was back then; she had her own sense of propriety.
Roland quickly used Meinette as a shield.
"My dear, I want to infiltrate Tirol to probe the truth about the Dark Race."
"I'll go with you!" Sif said without hesitation.
"The time we disappear together will be suspicious to everyone," Roland shook his head, refusing.
Though rejected by Roland, Sif was not angry; she knew Roland was right.
