Boom—
"Here we go again."
Aiven supported his forehead with his hand, helplessly watching Milan, who had accidentally stepped on his right foot with his left and rolled "thud thud thud" down the stairway from the stern to the deck.
Milan, possessing the physical fitness of an Official Knight and the perception ability of an Official Wizard, tripping for such a ridiculous reason was truly astonishing.
But after witnessing it countless times, Aiven was no longer surprised.
Leaning against the railing of the top deck of the stern, he looked down at Milan, who had agilely jumped up, trying hard to maintain his image, and said somewhat helplessly:
"I think if we let this unlucky guy stay on the ship, everyone on board will be in danger!"
Milan forcefully patted his clothes, glared fiercely at the sailors who had turned their heads to look at him on the deck, and only when they hurriedly turned away did he say with a face full of indignation:
