Naoya doesn’t take no for an answer.

So when you’re here, in his room, with a tip of his sword threatening to touch his neck, he grits his teeth.

After all, it’s quite surprising how a man like him, who hates sorcerers who fight using weapons, have one in his own room.

As the head of your clan, you’re here to tell him that you’re not going to marry him.

As the next head of Zen’in clan, he isn’t going to take this lightly; after all, he thinks a woman can never say no to a man, to him.

“You must have some nerve to do that in my room, huh, woman?”