"Heh, a lazy man from Sparta? I've never heard such a joke before. Spartan men are never cowards or sluggards. Under any circumstances, they bravely face everything before them, don't they? Could it be that Captain Portalan's life only consists of captaining a small passenger ship?" Komer wielded his sharp tongue like a weapon, searching for the other's mental wounds. Although well-hidden, before Komer's unusually keen intuition, nothing could remain concealed.
The Bearded Captain's cheek muscles twitched slightly, clearly stung by Komer's words. His complexion became somewhat forced as if he couldn't find the right words to excuse himself and turning his head aside felt too impolite. His gaze gradually grew heavy with too much resentment and pain.
