"Hmph, are all of your slaves from Reim ridiculously huge?"
Why do people always feel like it was necessary to rub his low status into his face?
"… Well, Aladdin is a slave and she’s tiny."
"... But most of the gladiators are rather tall, yes."
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"Hmph, are all of your slaves from Reim ridiculously huge?"
Why do people always feel like it was necessary to rub his low status into his face?
"… Well, Aladdin is a slave and she’s tiny."
"... But most of the gladiators are rather tall, yes."
"Good then. Now that has been dealt with, I hope the two of you will continue enjoying the festival," he grunts, snapping his sword back into his sheath as he moves toward Drakon and offers him a hand up.
"And let's get a look at that nose. We need to make sure it gets set into place quickly, if he did anything to you like what he did to me."
commander-dragul has entered the palace.
An unusual sight, that was the first thing the assistant thought as the unfamiliar face presented before himself. Just who was this guy? Such a peculiar person, surely not someone of the Kou Empire, but someone of the outside. An interesting fellow, no less.
"May I ask what sort of business you have here, sir?" he questioned nonchalantly as he approached the stranger.