Chapter 1125 First Civilization in the Darklands

"Is this really necessary? If my presence is going to cause problems, I could just hang back on my own." Quillon said, pulling at the chain connected to the collar he was wearing with a truly disgusted expression on his face.

"Leaving you to your own devices will only lead to potential problems. We must pass through the territory that is controlled by the settlement we are heading to in order to reach my master's domain. Having you go rouge and cause a disturbance will inevitably lead to conflict. I don't believe that you would lose, but I will still need to return to this place in the future and do not wish for my reputation to be degraded."

After listening to Relia's explanation, Quillon let out a long, heavy sigh. It seemed that he had resigned himself to his fate of pretending to by Lyra's property.