[Thanks to Ian <3 (5 6)]< p>
Leonel chuckled to himself. Unfortunately, Aina's Force Pill Crafting methods relied on her Blood Sovereignty to Force Pill Craft.
'Well, knowing her, she could probably take another first place after creating an entirely different method. But I can't let them covet my wife too much, she's all mine.'
Leonel ducked instinctually, only recovering when he realized there wasn't a frying pan coming for his head.
He cleared his throat, clamped his hand behind his back and continued his stroll.
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Owlan Race.
Minerva sat in silence, reading over the mandate again and again.
Of course, this matter had been accepted by the Owlan Race on behalf of her. It was almost an amusing joke. Almost.
Elrik had been here not too long ago telling her that her only place was in bed with a big belly. And now, the entire Race was expecting her to lead the charge for their glory.
What a bunch of sick bastards.