Daniel shot Denken a glare, his tone tinged with irritation. "You old bastard, the battle just ended and you're already scheming to win Alan over, aren't you? Let me tell you—sure, the imperial capital is gone, but our Church of Steam and Magic has chapels and monasteries established all over the continent. The environment in our church grounds is leagues ahead of your filthy, gold-stinking royal estates!"
Then, turning to Alan with a hint of urgency, Daniel added, "Alan, don't listen to this guy. That so-called royal estate isn't fit for civilized people. The moment you walk in, you'll be swarmed by scantily-clad maids trying to attend to your every need—cooking, cleaning, even bathing—they'll insist on scrubbing your back! Tell me, isn't that a complete distraction from studying magic?"
Realizing he may have come across a little too dramatic, Daniel coughed and adjusted his tone.
