Of all the idiotic things to say to me—who cared about some macho-man drivel like that when I was trying to save my friends?
I narrowed my eyes at the muscle-bound idiot in front of me, determined not to let him push me around. I'd had enough of that, really.
"I'd like you to hear me out, sir," I said, feigning calm despite the simmering annoyance I felt inside. "My unit needs—"
"—I don't care what your unit needs… You're an eyesore. Go away now, boy," he replied in a tone that said this conversation had just ended.
I'd faced off against great generals before. Darah, in particular trained me on almost nightly basis when I was still living under her roof, a routine she'd passed on to Azuma who had a fighting spirit to match hers, so I wasn't the least bit afraid by this half-elf who was disrespecting me out of spite for his relations.
"Will you please listen to me!" I said, raising my voice.
It got the reaction I'd hoped for.
