Tanamar, real name Athanasius Mors, dipped his head in shame... "Tancred... My brother. He's the one that's supposed to be--"
"THAT? Idiot?" Tycondrius shouted in disbelief, "No. Nooo. Absolutely not. I refuse to listen to such nonsense. You can't seriously be telling me that that.... toxic... garish ABSURDITY..."
His heart pounded painfully in his chest. His mana had begun to circulate rapidly, similar to if he were in a life-or-death battle. If he didn't fear obliterating the servants' quarters, he would have immediately begun strangling the fool, crashing his weak Iron-Rank body against the walls.
The notion he proposed was ridiculous.
Tycon's senses for emotion were... pathetically weak. Still, the level of trust that Athena had for her footman was... exceedingly clear. And that Tanamar cared for her was obvious as well.
On top of that, Athena openly rejected Tancred's company-- like ANY rational female would.
