"I can feel it… the presence of strong!" King Arawn exploded into laughter. His teammate was a short-haired girl who covered her ears as the laughter boomed in her ears.
"Be quiet, you Ogre!" She shouted and kicked the shinbone of the bushy-bearded man.
"Hmph, that tickled!" Arawn said while shrugging off the tiny sting sensation on his leg.
"Go cut down trees or something, you Ogre!" The short-haired girl pointed outside, puffing and huffing loudly.
"Without your foul mouth, you wouldn't be too bad-looking!" Arawn spat on the ground, brushing past him with the lofty look, "However, your foul mouth just tells how ugly you are from inside!"
"H-How dare you?!" The short-haired girl stomped on the ground angrily, "Just so you know. My classmates nominated me as the Class Princess!"
"Must have been out of pity. Now, do something useful. Maybe if you prove your usefulness, I could endure your presence better!" Arawn shrugged off his hand as he stepped out of the cave.
