“Is someone cursing at me behind my back?”

Milton picked at his ear on his way back from quelling the riot in the North. Rick spoke up from his side.

“My Lord, what’s wrong?”

“My ears are itchy. Who’s swearing at me?”

Rick laughed out loud as he responded.

“Hahahahaha… that’s natural, My Lord, you have a lot of enemies.”

“……”

‘Well, that’s not wrong, but do you have to say it smiling so big?’

Milton spoke to Rick.

“It’s been a while since we fought each other. Let’s fight.”

“Sir? Um… aren’t we on a mission right now, sir?”

“So what? Training doesn’t have a set time or place. You can’t weakly just stay at a middling Expert level, right?”

“My Lord, I’m an intermediate leveled Expert. Intermediate. How can you say weakly?”

“Oh, is that so? Yes, yes. Well, Your Lord is a Master. Whatcha gonna do?”

“……”

For a moment, Rick seemed to be chewing on something. Milton grinned as he looked at him.

“If you don’t like that, why don’t you become a Master too.”

“Damn… this is tyranny, My Lord.”

Rick’s shoulders drooped as it seemed like he couldn’t escape the duel.

Then, Milton glanced at Tommy on his other side.

“You too.”

“Sir? Why me? I’ve been very quiet unlike that slow-witted and senseless punk over there.”

“Yeup, you’re right. But you and Rick, you’re like a set, a combo. You have to be together.”

“……”

Tommy’s face expressed that he thought it was ridiculously unfair, but what could he do? Both Milton's...