"Eh… master, what do you mean by that?" Sid scratched his head as he looked from Lord Eiran to Lior, who was seated across from him.
Lior rested his chin on his hand, fingers tapping lightly as he spoke with a thoughtful tone, his arms folded across his chest. "Well, don't you see? This Lord looks so frail, as though a gust of wind could push him away. His legs and hands are so tiny, and his face so brawny, I wonder how your master used to be before."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering toward Eiran, who was still in conversation with others. Why would I find it so hard to defend myself against this guy? Aren't we so similar? Lior pondered, his thoughts a mix of doubt and curiosity.
Sid frowned in confusion at Lior's words, his brows knitting together. "Lior, you've started talking and calling yourself by your name again."
