"I sometimes wonder whether mana had messed with your ears or something..."
George sighed, shaking his head, and certainly didn't bother to answer the armored man's shouts.
Although he could not deny a few things that those shouts suggested.
He had a surname like a lower noble, but he certainly wasn't a magician, and he didn't hold himself up as one, as after the scolding he gave to the confused and angry members of the Perserios family he assumed a combat stance that was clearly from some kind of martial arts school.
"My pedigree has little to do with... hold on...? Now that I think about it, aren't you bunch that was supposed to report back to the South-Eastern Claw Tribe to report your mission...? Did the hex have a delay, or did you break away from hexes but completed the mission anyway?"
