"Well, don't you also have a plan regarding the crest?" I tilted my head and frowned. Why must he ask me if he was going to hand it over to that creepy headmaster geezer, anyway?
"… I do. I plan to give the crest to the headmaster. He might know more and maybe it'll be more useful in his hands," general Emilio said, "but I doubt you'll let me."
"Damn straight. I'm not letting that geezer touch this." I scoffed and put a hand on my hip.
"Then do you have a better idea? Or do I have to fight you for it?" His face remained unchanged, but his glare felt sharper now, "I'm not letting you use it for personal gain, unless you have a good reason for it."
"Oh? You want to fight me? Someone who killed the elf king?" I widened my legs, and lowered my stance, "with those injuries?"
He stayed in his position, not moving even one bit. As we exchanged piercing gazes, my mind was racing, trying to find a way to convince him to not fight me.
