"Huu… huu…"
Warlord Fabian's heavy breathing permeated the hall like an unpleasant odor, however, all of the guards—and even the very blunt Knight Leon remained still and didn't react to it.
Despite looking like a slug, he also had a host of women around him, constantly rubbing his chest and flabby stomach as he looked at Leon with a smile, but immediately frowned the moment he noticed Luca looking at him for too long.
'Yikes!' Luca quickly removed his eyes, hoping he wouldn't get into trouble for it.
Thankfully, he didn't.
"So, tell me, my dear Knight…" His deep, suffocating voice echoed once again. "... How did it go?"
Now that he could match the voice with a face, it didn't seem all that threatening to Luca anymore. Instead, it was rather pathetic.
'Disgusting!' Luca instantly thought. 'Lord Mors is far superior!'