A Small Test

“You could die next time, Boss.”

“That’s right, sleep another five minutes.”

Richard’s impassioned words were met with fragmented jibes. Only a few of those present even had the energy to speak, but those who were still with him were the kind to follow him through thick and thin. At this point, their relationship wasn’t simply one of master and servants, but comrades that stuck together come hell or high water.

However, five minutes of sleep was already a luxury to Richard. He was the one who started most battles, and the one who ended them as well. There was no way to keep track of the number of times he put his own body on the line to block fatal attacks on his subordinates; while he was tough and hard to put down, the damage was racking up and starting to deplete him.

He returned his holy sword to its scabbard, “Let’s return to Bluewater...