The path back to the manor was not short, and although Ansel had ways to return directly, he enjoyed walking with Ravenna, chatting, exchanging opinions, and even engaging in heated debates.
"... Without Lord Flamelle's protection, the number of potential influences that fate can manipulate has increased exponentially," Ravenna said earnestly.
"If you temporarily abandon your Hydral identity... I can't imagine how much trouble It will create for you."
"Hmm... at worst, I'll reveal my identity?"
"Reveal your identity? So that all the grand dukes know you're secretly planning something in the Western lands? So they all focus their attention here, making your actions even more difficult?"
Ravenna pinched Ansel's cheek, her expression blank. "If you want to make me angry, you've succeeded, Ansel."
"You usually kick my face with your foot."
"...Hmph, I won't let you off so easily anymore."
"I don't have that kind of fetish."