"Oh my~ so brutal… so ruthless. Never thought he could be that kind of guy in a seriously dangerous situation. The classification to be your personal royal protector must be quite steep, isn't it, Lady Tessitura?"
"Quiet it… it wast ye who is't gaveth mine own personal protectethor directions to endeth those with bloat'd bellies from the insides, ye remember? Ye hath said by doing yond, something vice might beest able to beest prevent."
"Yeah I did. And he did a well-done job preventing that."
Meanwhile and somewhere nearby, the lemon-eyed witch and the brunette half-up ponytail girl were watching what just transpired—watching from above while having a clear scene of what just transpired below…
"And what tis actually, the vice thing ye meanteth, until tis cameth to doth what Pitsalli Metstli hates the most."
