"They said unless I stepped down as head of Ducal Manor, I wasn't going anywhere!"
"And even if I wanted to step down, I'd still need approval from the five senators. Total tyranny!"
Duke Michelstein looked utterly aggrieved—being the big boss wasn't easy at all.
"Father, say no more. I feel your pain. Being the leader is no picnic,"
Anastasia gave a helpless smile. After all, she too had been thoroughly wrangled by that professional squanderer, Velen.
Wait a second!
Suddenly struck by an idea, Anastasia turned to Duke Michelstein with a gleam in her eyes.
"Father, you've been to the fortress before—so you can use a Spatial Portal to return there directly!"
"Velen's asking us to help him squander these anyway. When you're almost out, just use the final Spatial Portal to stay at the fortress."