Viscount, angry with Clown's reply pushed further.
Just then, a deep voice interrupted their banter.
"If you are going to kill him, then do it already!"
A big burly man with a plain white mask of a frowning face walked forward.
His clothes looked to have been worn inside out.
He was bald with scars on the parts of his head that were not covered by the mask.
Immediately, Viscount saw him, she took several steps back.
Both of them immediately bowed at the man.
"Senior Brother Frown!"
Frown nodded.
"Fights are heavily discouraged in the brotherhood of the Grand Order. However, I do not mind a bit of competition to handle disputes."
Frown walked towards them with a hand behind his back.
"Clown! You were not supposed to get involved with your sister's mission."
"Yes, Senior Brother Frown. Viscount was wasting too much time. I only wanted to confirm the existence of the Tablet, and..."
"Shush!" Frown placed a finger on his lips.
Immediately, Clown shut up.
