Under the sun, Thales watched the smiling Moriah. He stared at Moriah dazedly while he pondered over his shocking words.
A few seconds later, the Prince of Constellation exhaled and smiled. "When did you learn how to lick someone's boots?"
"Lick someone's boots?" Moriah snorted lightly. His eyes were filled with faint nostalgia. "Six years ago."
Moriah looked up at the sky and sighed sentimentally.
"I learned how to do this when I was beaten severely by a few thugs in an alley in Vallier and was on the verge of death, and I crawled to the passers-by on the street side, trembling and begging for food."
Thales' smile faded. 'Is that so?'
He stared at Moriah in front of him. The man was still smiling as usual, even though he looked disheveled, and his body was covered with bruises and wounds. Thales tried to imagine how he used to look like.
