I watched the young man who had appeared so suddenly, pushing aggressively forward, decked out in lavish attire, feeling arrogantly superior, with a sense of incredulity. Another glance at the dozen or so well-equipped guards radiating powerful energy fluctuations surrounding him, and I was hit with a sudden, intense feeling of being an expendable extra—wasn't this the quintessential young noble protagonist booster, always ready to appear in any situation to highlight the hero's invincibility and to hand over a wealth of experience when trampled underfoot?
At this moment, in my imaginative space, the young man referred to as Young Master Tosca already had three giant, golden, shining letters floating above his head: N-P-C!
Mr. NPC... oh, no, Young Master Tosca's gaze swept over in our direction, hesitated not even a moment to dismiss me, and then lingered on a few of the girls, his face showing an expression of amazement.
