'This guy is definitely interesting,' Zarek thought calmly in his heart. A tongue as venomous as a snake, that fake smile, and every tomfoolery possible…
'I hate everything about it.'
As a person from Earth, where individual strength meant nothing and words were greater than even weapons, he had, of course, experienced the arts of the tongue.
A manipulative way of talking that, to spectators, might make you look like the good guy, but in actuality, it was all just fake.
Eryke, on Earth, had always hated these things as if they were the bane of his existence, and this guy in front of Zarek was no different.
Zarek felt like puking from Alex's behavior; however, he managed to control himself and not beat the shit out of him.
With a calm and cold expression on his face, Zarek followed Alex and finally arrived at a group of bulky men in armor. They looked more like knights, each with nameplates:
General Kael.
General Richard.
General Maximus.
