“‘Master,’ you say? Do you recognize me as your Master?" I asked.

Tristan smiled, clasping his fingers together behind his head. "Wasn't that what was promised? Master fulfills our mission, and we serve Master."

I shrugged and pointed to Percival. "As soon as Percival woke up, he said something to me about being evil.”

"Hahahaha! The Captain has an inflexible personality. He probably inwardly dislikes having to serve someone other than the Holy King."

Percival glared at Tristan, who spoke brazenly. "What a load of rubbish! Don't say things that hurt our solidarity, Tristan!"

At Percival's warning, Tristan hit himself on the forehead. "Kihya! Look how old-fashioned you are. I commend you, my Captain, for your character that never changes even after death."

Percival put his hand on his face as if he had a headache, and I nodded and said, "Well, it's fine. I didn't think you guys would be loyal from the start, and I'm not going to ask for it. That's a problem that time will solve. If you follow my orders, I'll guarantee you some degree of freedom."

Tristan...