"That’s how yesterday went—what do you think? Productive, right?" 

In the Silver Dragon Palace, Leon and Rosvisser sat together in the garden pavilion, sharing tea and conversation.

"Indeed, quite productive," Rosvisser nodded, then paused, asking, "But with all the things you took from the Sea Dragon Clan, even if you promised to return the favor to Claudia, didn’t she say anything about it?"

"No, not really," Leon replied with a casual shrug. "I even told her I couldn’t possibly accept it, insisting it was too much, but the princess just wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, what could I do? I had to reluctantly accept all those good things."

As he said this, Leon discreetly rubbed his sore backside.

The left side was sore from a hit Claudia had given him; the right side was courtesy of his master, Witch Lady, who had kicked him. The Sea Dragon Princess, despite her generosity, had made it clear that a simple "I owe you" wasn’t enough to justify taking so many valuable items. So, rightfully, a kick or two was in order.

Witch Lady, knowing her apprentice’s cheeky nature, wanted to give the Sea Dragon Clan a good impression, so she had laid into him three times. In exchange, Leon walked away with more than a fair share of treasures. He thought back on it with a hint of pride—though he’d gotten three kicks, the rewards were certainly worth it.