"Robushane said it again."
"I am Hamalok."
"I like you, Hamalok."
"You are so arrogant!"
A chill emanated from Ebaden.
He looked at the security guards on the left and right. Those people immediately bowed and saluted. On their waists hung a long sword.
"Brush!"
Just as he was about to give the order to attack, Hamalok's hand was raised. This is a signal to stop.
Ebaden directed the security guard with his eyes. The men let go of their sword hilts and took a step back.
"... I understand, sir."
Robushane looked at Robushane for a while and nodded.
"You are very considerate, Hamalok. It would be very dirty to die because of something trivial. Pride should be shown in front of those weaker than you, but not in front of the stronger. Then all that is left is severe insult or death."
