Furor left without incident and Elizabeth continued with her discussion. Although their brawl was brief it caused the others' attention to be drawn to Tibaut. The attention was even worse than earlier and left him feeling somewhat embarrassed.

As Furor walked away, he surprisingly wasn't wearing a sour expression.

(“Tch, I guess he isn't so bad. I mean I wasn't going all out, but he isn't that terrible. He and that dumb bitch Tina should make for some good exercise before we reach that cultist hideout.”)

Although they had no idea why, Tina and Tibaut felt a shiver run down their spine.

After Elizabeth and the others finished their discussions, a few gave Tibaut a pat on the back before setting up their tents or sleeping bags.

He noticed a pair of a man and a woman going in a tent.

(“Huh, I guess travelling isn't going to get in the way of having some fun.”)

It seemed his gawking gathered the attention of others nearby. They began giggling and one of them approached the tent.

(“What are they-?”)

The one who approached held their hands and created a big ball of water. They unceremoniously dropped it on the tent and all ran off. The pair in the tent seemed to have been miffed by this as one of them tore open the tent.

“Oh you fucking wankers, I'll rip your heads off. Oi, Redhead, did you cause this?”

The shirtless man who tore through the tent stared holes through Tibaut, but he continued standing there casually.

He had long hair with a ragged-looking beard and had chest hair all over him. It wasn't just chest hair, it covered his arms as well. He also had a scar across his face and together with the beard left him looking more intimidating than the average man.

Yet Tibaut couldn't help but feel unimpressed.

(“God, after seeing that giant Cormac, this dude feels like nothing.”)

“Oh don't worry, I wasn't one of-”

“You think you're hot shit just cause you fought Furor, huh kid!?.”

“(Okay I think I've had more people get angry at me in this past month than I have in the last 15 years) Ugh, could we not do this? Besides I have fire magic, how could it be me?”

Tibaut had decided to lean against a nearby tree and this caused a vein to bulge on the man's head.

“You little shit, what's with the disrespect?” He commented with annoyance.

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He got up from the tent and began walking to Tibaut.

Tibaut immediately looked away.

“(Gah, I never thought I'd see a dick that wasn't mine in this world but here we are I suppose.) Woah, at least put some pants on dude.”

“Listen here kid, how old are you?” The man asked.

“(If it'll get him to fuck off.) Sixteen, what is it?”

“Sixteen!?” The man looked at him shocked but Tibaut wasn't sure where this reaction came from. “What the hell? Did they bring another ankle-biter out here? Well anyway, listen here kid-”

(“Dude put some pants on, wait a minute…”)

“Respect… I'm your… Kids like you… I have seniority… I was kicking ass while you were just a…”

The man seemed to be going on Tibaut about how he should respect him because he was older than him or something or another but Tibaut had his attention on something else.

(“I wonder if the woman is also…”)

And he soon got his answer. He could only see her top half and it was quite dark but he could see that the woman sitting in the tent was still naked.

(“Hoh, nice chest. I think it's just a few sizes smaller than Vanessa. Seriously what a guy, he just runs out of his tent when he has that waiting for him.”) He finished his respectful look before sighing as he remembered how he had no action in his previous life.

The man soon realised Tibaut wasn't paying attention to him and turned to where his attention was directed.

His face turned red and he began working himself up.

“Woah, dude it isn't like that, I just had a glan-” Before Tibaut could finish the man swung at him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are looking at her like that? I get it, you wanted a look so you did this, isn't that right? Well, I'll have to beat your ass for looking!”

“(Are you suggesting, I knew you'd leave the tent naked?) Listen I'll just leave, I'll leave you two priv- whoa!”

He dodged the next blow and sighed in disinterest.

(“What a boring man.”)

“That's a bit mean, I mean I guess I did…”

He looked behind him and saw no one.

“Huh!?”

Man made another swing and Tibaut parried it.

“Did you hear that?” Tibaut asked.

“The only thing I'm gonna hear is you screaming like a bitch!”

“Nigel, stop embarrassing yourself and get back here. You know what, I'll sleep with Nora, you've just ruined the mood, like you always do.”

“(Whoa lady, be a bit easy on the guy, are you just gonna say something like that with another person around?”)

“Wha- what the hell are you talking about? We can still use the tent.”

“You tore the tent dumbass. I'm not gonna fuck you with a bunch of bugs biting me.”

This was getting a bit awkward and as he was leaving the man threw another punch.

“Oh come on, I don't wanna be around for this!” Tibaut said as he threw his hands up.

“You little shit, do you know how long I've been waiting for this!? We finally had an opportunity together and you fucking ruined it.”

He swung much harder this time and grazed Tibaut’s cheek.