"Gods above!"
"You three old bastards! What are you doing?! His Highness Velen gave us such generous benefits, and now you're actually accepting bribes just for helping him out? Do you still have any conscience left?"
Struggling free from the trio's hold, the Nether Soul Knight Commander stood tall and righteously berated the other three knight commanders.
"His Highness has treated us so well! That single sculpture he gave us—the one imbued with a law fragment—would be enough for us to serve him for decades, even without pay!"
"You just don't get it, Old Nether."
Huh?
Hearing Arthur say that, the Nether Soul Knight Commander froze.
Why don't I get it again?
Honestly, he was starting to develop a trauma around the phrase "you don't get it."
Inside the guest room.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
