"I will go first."
Clark, Callios' escort, stepped forward and declared.
"Who are you uncle?"
Krappa and Kieran looked at him with their eyes narrowed.
It was an expression that spoke about their puzzlement.
Clark's expression choked up, but he still took a deep breath and controlled himself.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is—the duel with that orc chieftain."
"That's true, but… are you sure? That orc's strong. If it goes wrong, you will die."
"Even though I lost to Howl, I am a knight of Goldenbern family. I have never feared death!"
"…do as you like then."
He already tried to stop, but the obstinate fellow didn't look like he was gonna listen a word more.
Kieran shook his hands portraying that he was at his own disposal. Clark turned his gaze to his master, Callios.
"I will dedicate the orc's head to you, young master."
"…Yes, I believe you."
Callios nodded his head.
But looking deep down, his master didn't actually seem to believe him. Clark clenched his fists.
