Everyone was holding back laughter, including Elise and Yua. However, some laughed vulgarly.
"What a name, Old Man!"
Even so, the owner of that name—a man with a buff body, thick beard, and tied hair—seemed to be unconcerned about it. The old-looking man stepped forward with confident steps.
"It seems he is the same type of warrior as you, Elise." Raymund guessed when he saw Buddy Buttman's weapon: a great sword almost the same size as Elise's.
"Good morning, young master Elmer." Buddy Buttman bent over.
Elmer was still unenthusiastic. He was the only person completely unaffected by the man's name. "You failed."
"Eh?" Buddy Buttman looked up. "Excuse me?"
"I don't like your name."
"What!?" Buddy Buttman's face immediately turned red. "Hey, it was disrespectful! I haven't done anything yet!"
