Wild Bear crawled up from the floor, regaining his balance. Although Sika did not know how to use the sword aura, the punch had caused him to feel dizzy. He was a crude fellow and as he walked up to Viscountess Lex, he gave an improper bow.
"Your Highness."
"What is your role here?"
"I cook for them." Wild Bear shook his head in embarrassment.
Viscountess Lex’s heart skipped with joy. A chef was not an official military position. An assessment would not be needed to change his position. "I have just been nicely in need of a chef. You will follow me in the future."
Wild Bear averted his eyes and started looking around. Scott shouted, "Aren’t you going to thank the viscountess?"
"So, Viscountess, how many silver coins would I receive as your chef?" Wild Bear asked courageously.
