Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 427.1: That’s Not What I Intended! (1)

Nora Xeclyde’s birthday was a huge affair in the Saint Mesit Theocracy. It served as a networking event for the landed nobles all over the Theocracy and a means to consolidate the royal family’s influence, thus making it an important political event.

As a result, the day seemed to lose its significance when not spent in such a manner.

Nora was visibly taken aback by Roel’s birthday wish. She hadn’t paid any attention to the date ever since she moved to Tark Stronghold, and the occasional loss of memories during her Seraphication made it hard for her to properly keep track of time.

However, Roel still remembered it clear as day, proving that he didn’t view her birthday as a political tool as most people did. He had remembered it in his heart because of her.

It was moving for her to know that her birthday was remembered by the person she fancied, but it was hard for her to express her delight at a situation like this.

“W-wait a moment! I’m happy that you remember my birthday, but what’s with this cuff?!”

“It’s a Contract Shackle, though I guess I should probably call it Angel Shackle now.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a special lock created by the resonation of two bodies harnessing mana of the same attribute. It’s not a physical item, so it’s impossible to struggle free of it. It can only be severed when one of the mana sources vanishes,” Roel explained the principles behind the lock he had received from the Witch Queen.

Nora was initially confused by the explanation, but her body soon stiffened up when she understood the connotation behind those words.

“You mentioned… mana of the same attribute? Are you saying that…”

“That’s right. That fellow left a trace of her powers in my body in the previous fight.”

“!”

Nora felt her head spin. There was no one in the world who knew the prowess of the golden aura as well as she did, and that was why she reacted so vehemently to it.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it? I want you to head back right now! It’s an order!”

“An order? My apologies, but I refuse.”

“Roel, you!!!” roared Nora in agitatio

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