"You will do no such thing."
Kona froze at the voice. He turned sharply to the pin on his chest, shock flashing across his face.
Garrick, who had been watching the entire thing silently for days, had just spoken.
"But my lord, he's in danger. Those beasts—"
"Have you learned nothing from watching that brat?" Garrick's laughter echoed. "He lives for impossible shit. Just let him be. Right, Head of House?"
Kona's eyes widened to their limit.
Head of House?
There was a brief silence before a deep voice echoed.
"…yeah."
Kona felt like his soul had left his body. The Head of House had been watching all along?
"A- as you wish, Lord Calderalth!"
"Tch. Fucking pussy," Garrick muttered.
"…must you be so vulgar?" Kastor said.
"What? He heard 'Head of House' and instantly turned into a good little boy."
Kona flushed in embarrassment.
"It's called respect. Maybe try it sometime."
"Respect my ass."
"Don't mind him, warrior. You're doing well."
"T-thank you, Lord Calderalth!"
