“So you see, Jyana? Here is the deal. Why won't you apply for me to hone up your skills instead of currying your way…”

“Lord Aisla, I don’t know what you are talking about. But,... what else do you want me to prove to you?” Jyana turns defensive when I imply about her agendas and all.

“Well, Jyana. I am just having an assumption of whether you want to become a royal guard or join the ranks of the Verlassenes.” I answer, as she makes a reaction by laughing at my comment.

“Really, Lord Aisla?,” she looks at me with a serious gaze “Do you seriously think that I am aiming for those?” which makes me wonder, what is her deal in this crumbling nation in the first place, by the way?

“Whatever the case that you want to say. But,... I just can sense it… feeling it in a way that you wanted more. More than being an exhibitionist roaming around the capital bewitching some certain individual who can’t contain his masculine arousal.”

“That is just downright impertinent, Lord Aisla. You are the first man who expresses his disdain towards women who want to display more skin akin to my dressing style.”

“Oh, thanks!” I respond impulsively.

“That’s not a compliment, you know Lord Aisla?”

“Isn’t it? Oh, damn! I forgot my place… where are my manners?” I crack around some jokes, where in response - Jyana seems to like my escapades.

“I thought you’re going to brush me off because of that.” I chuckle, adding before Jyana counters me with a response.

“No, milord. You’re just too silly to flirt on me. That’s all. By the way, I’m sorry for sporting this kind of dress barely covering my things and even my private parts. Do you want to see them?” she invites me to take the bait, which I decline her offer in an outright motion.

After a while, the conversation grows deep and actually, Jyana is being too clingy on me as of lately. This is massive to think of me as a damsel attractor. I hope so. Then upon the arrival of this dude before us who interrupts our talk, he inserts: “Milord, I am in need of your service.” right away refers to me in an instant.

“May I know who you are?” I ask him what he wants - instead of saying: ‘Do I know you?’ which the influx of the tone makes me a presumptuous lad.

“Guillermo, what are you doing here?” Jyana exclaims. Whence, I certainly forgot about him for a while. This guy before me had helped me navigate the dungeon in the past months. Oh, how could I forget!

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“Oh, I’m sorry about that commotion. I totally didn’t notice you.” I say, as I am trying to cover up my mistakes.

“It’s okay, milord. I did just approach from your behind in the middle of your conversation with Miss Jyana and that’s why I do understand. It is no big deal, of course.” Guillermo replies.

“And then, why is my presence is of your concern?” getting back to the topic.

“It is better to bring your presence there, milord.” he insinuates, as both him and I are about to go.

Jyana insets herself: “Do you need me as well?” which we halt from proceeding further.

“Actually, Jyana. *Ugh*, forget it. Might as well, come with us if you’re that interested.”

“Alright, then. Let’s go!”

Meanwhile, as we are walking in a group, Guillermo explains the situation behind the scenes of what is happening in the gymnasium pen. A certain Guillermo-don’t-know-and-I-might-know is running amok in the circles of the pit. He challenged everyone from ‘greens’ to my petty adjutants and up until to Clyden - all of my subordinates. Guillermo then is alarmed when he seeks for my presence to possibly stop the madness. He was acting like a marauder when Guillermo left the instance and what more now, he has done in there. Relatively around the same height as mine or shorter than me, blonde on the left hemisphere, hazel color eyes, and it is in the category of being a bulk or cut in body shape … that is the description of the man that Guillermo is referring to. We storm the door where we witness a concurrence of destruction and annihilation on both my men and in the arena, respectively.

“Międzyboży!” I call out for him, even though I haven’t seen who is the perpetrator. He shows himself to us - holding a wooden sword in his hand. It is really him. I’m not surprised.

“What is this ruckus?” imperatively, I arbitrate on what’s the occurrence within this area.

“Lord Aisla! How long have I missed you! You’re late for the party!” he interjects and as he inserts his laughter.

“How come you haven’t stopped him?” I whisper to Guillermo.

“Milord, with all due respect, that’s quite rude. I am an archeologist, I am no fighter… !” he startles me by raising his voice against me. And yeah, I do forget once more about his standing in the kingdom. He is the talented Guillermo of Äşaga, in short ‘Guiles’. How could I forget that? I am turning senile, I believe.

Someone taps me from behind on my left. I squirm in reaction as I glance back, the figure utters: “Milord, let me take care of this…” as he makes his way towards the rabid inciter. It’s Zechary - Lord Ameniah’s assistant. He kneels on the pavement, reaching an armament in his hands. His preferred weapons: dual wooden daggers. The disadvantage is apparent since the reach of the weapons against a single sword are about twice the length. With those, however, having two arms on one’s arm is better than one. The predictability of a dual weapon handler is erratic rather than reading a single handed user. And of course, the weight comes into play. Before all of the explanation comes into motion, those two have begun exchanging blows after blows.

“Who is this grasshopper prodding over me?” Międzyboży goads the calm Zechary which in response just brushes it off.