Amy was looking Mag with a rather urgent expression. How could he have said something like that? What if Irina became displeased with him?
Irina wore an amused smile on her face upon hearing Mag's response, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Mag could sense a frosty aura surging toward him, and he was struck by the urge to slap himself across the face. How could he have allowed himself to fall into such an obvious trap. He forced a smile onto his face, and said, "What I meant was, I'm not displeased with you, Princess; I'm naturally very honored that someone of your status would treat Amy so well. I'm simply displeased with myself. I have to trouble a princess like you to hold Amy for me while a man like me is carrying Ugly Duckling."
"Is that really the case?" Irina looked into Mag's eyes.
"Of course." Mag nodded with a firm and resolute expression.
