Toby yawned widely, his mouth agape, and mumbled,
"Roderick, why the noise while I'm trying to sleep? I don't have any duties, so let me rest."
"Duties? You're saying the summons from Count is not a duty?"
"There was a reason for that. Seeing that there was no angry command, it seems he has forgiven me."
Toby answered nonchalantly while taking a swig from his canteen. It looked like water at first glance, but the liquid spilling from his mouth was red. Sylas, wearing a baffled expression, directed his words at Toby.
"You said you couldn't come because of a hangover, yet you're drinking wine?"
"Hmm? Who are you?"
"It's Lord Sylas! Can you stop this nonsense?"
