"Get these people out of my sight right now!" The sandy haired man wearing full plate armour roared indignantly.
Even the guards were surprised by his outburst and hesitated, unsure of what they should do.
I huffed at him, "What did we do to you?!"
He actually rolled his eyes, "Please. Are you telling me that a pair of no name Mercenaries managed to take down fifteen Wrunches on their own? I would have an easier time believing it if it was a pair of Magridars instead!"
Wow, discrimination much? I thought it was normal in this World not to judge someone's strength by their looks? Maybe this guy is just special.
I turned to Lisa and I could see that she was visibly upset about the situation but she did not protest against him and instead, merely looked down at her hands in defeat. This was completely different from her usual self.
Something tells me that this was not the first time she had experienced something like this.
