The identity of my woman...
This title made South Grant uneasy, it was like a bullseye!
He attracts so much attention, first there's a black widow, then a butterfly, he can't handle it.
"I'm not going."
"Are you sure?" Nathan Foster's voice slightly raised.
When Nathan asked this, South Grant became a bit unsure and then asked Nathan:
"Will there be women at the party?"
"Yes."
"Then you're not going!" South Grant decided without a second thought.
This made Nathan chuckle softly on the other end of the phone, and he said:
"The heads of a few military districts are coming to Aethelgard, along with a few families from the capital, it's just a regular party. It's alright if I don't go, but the old leader who brought me on my first mission will be there, so I'm going to see him."
Upon hearing about such a party, South Grant knew it would certainly reach Harold Foster's ears. Nathan Foster was really pushing it.
"I'll still not go. Have fun on your own."
