Is It Really Wise?

Ara's expression became slightly nervous upon hearing Mevron suddenly ask her about the Goblin Slayer.

She knew how possessive Mevron was to the point he would kill those who even stared at her for more than a second.

That rabbitman stared at her for a few seconds at least, so it was only natural she would take a look back as well…to size him up. Even if he had an impressive body and charming looks, it was not like she would forget about who her husband was. She had standards, after all, and a rabbitman was obviously beneath her. At best, she could consider using him as her servant to massage her legs or something. Those muscular arms surely can be put to use for such things.

But she wouldn't dare to admit even these things to Mevron and laughed it off, "My prince, you are so sweet when you get jealous, but I couldn't care less about that rabbitman."