We reunited with Iferaski and the others who had been waiting in a corner of the front garden.
"Oh. You waited quietly. Good girl, good girl."
I stroked Iferaski's head. Iferaski narrowed her eyes happily.
Then the surrounding mob knights started talking behind our backs.
"Hahahaha. As expected of Iria the beastman protector. Her attendants are riding dim-looking horse girls and the like."
"Look. There isn't a single proper horse among them."
"Truly. Can't they even buy a warhorse? That one's armor is rusted, isn't it?"
Damn it.
They're looking down on us!
The only one allowed to call Iferaski dim-looking is me, who knows her fellatio face!
Normally she's just cute, right!
Don't knights value courtesy?
How can they say such worthless things.
Because they're three-digit Battle Power small fries, are they so busy training their swords that they haven't trained their hearts?
"Hey, Iria. Can I punch those guys at a speed invisible to the eye?"
