'That fool...' Leon scoffed, looking back at Jalern, 'He probably thinks he's some bigshot, and that Lyrian won't want to fight him. He doesn't know what kind of fool Lyrian is... I wouldn't be surprised if he even challenged an emperor.'
Alten was thinking the same, 'Oh god! Does that idiot really think Lyrian will back off from a direct threat!? He doesn't know the extent of Lyrian's arrogance!'
At that moment, Jalern furrowed his brows. He lost his smirk, as he confusedly stared at Lyrian's irritated expression.
'What? What is that reaction? Does he actually want a fight right now? Is he that stupid?'
A few seconds of awkward silence passed, as Lyrian and Jalern stared at each other.
Finally, Lyrian broke the silence, "Meh... anyways. Let's get moving." His annoyed tone disappeared as he calmly walked down the stairs.
At that moment, both Leon and Alten's jaws dropped to the floor.
