"I was wondering why you came here."
"You said you would act as an older brother, so as a younger brother, aren't you giving me the opportunity to act as an older brother?"
"If you want to be helped as a younger brother, why don't you do something about your loud mouth?"
"Yes, brother."
Carl was good at giving answers, but Nero shook his head.
"… What on earth is His Majesty thinking?" Nero muttered worriedly.
To Nero, and even to a third party, Azgoth's actions seemed very strange. Azgoth seemed hell-bent on killing Carl in a proper way, but he also seemed to be pushing him. Deep down, he seemed to want Carl to die. Nero couldn't understand what Azgoth was thinking.
"So can you do it? Or can't you?" Carl pressed.
"Don't fuss. Because then you could get kicked out."
"Yes, what strength does this young and sickly younger brother have that would dare to challenge you?"
"… Okay, I got it. I can do that much."
