“I don't know what you're planning to do, but I advise you to stop it right this instant,” said Elena.

Vincent furrowed his brow at this rude woman who decided to interrupt him first thing in the morning. “...I don't remember giving you permission to speak to me, Pawn Elena.”

“I'm the official agent dispatched to South Korea by the Round Table itself. Of course I have all the qualifications to speak to you.”

“In that case, you should know that we're here to fulfill the Round Table's noble mission on this land,” Vincent clicked his tongue. “Since when did field agents earn the right to question and interfere with the Round Table's commands? Or is this how Knight Wiggins has taught you?”

“Please refrain from insulting my father. Or I'll be forced to rip that misshapen nose off your face.”

“Looks like the love between family members is still going strong even if your relationship with your father is famously terrible. I have to say... I still have a hard time understanding you Brits' way of thinking.”

“Who cares about one's nationality? Everyone's equal in the Round Table, after all. Or am I mistaken? I had no idea you'd bring up such an uncivilized notion like one's nationality on an occasion like this.”

“Did you just say I'm uncivilized?”

“Don't tell me you were going to deny it?” Elena cocked an eyebrow and asked back provocatively. Despite Vincent's murderous glare, she didn't back down an inch.

“...Indeed, I was out...