"Russel, using your strength to grip on that wooden sword is free. Do not be shy to use it."
"..."
"Ah? What is this? You cannot hold it properly?"
"..."
"What a shame. I did not know you are that weak."
"..."
"Who would have thought that Gian is stronger than you? And here I thought you are an excellent lad in every aspect."
Russel had enough. He threw the wooden sword he was holding on the ground and stepped on it a few times. After that, he glared at Viel. In his mind, he was choking that lunatic General to death.
"Oh? That was a strong throw. You should do it again."
"You!"
Letting out a huff, Russel harshly ran his fingers through his hair. Taking a deep breath, he turned his back on Viel. He was ready to leave him when he felt something hard hit the back of his head. Russel crouched down while holding his head. The pain from the back of his head made his eyes watered.
"You piece of shit!"
