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“And what does that mean exactly?” Flourette questions.
“Brenho has many fearsome warriors, you know? I would’ve hated to have to face one in this competition, you’ve saved me a lot of trouble by taking up the spot a <span class="mu-i">real</span> threat could’ve taken.” He answers.
“<span class="mu-i">Thank you for that friend.</span> ” He says behind a mocking smile.
You scowl at him, “I see you’re still prone to petty provocation. It’s good to know you’re still the same bottom-feeding rat.”
Johanna holds her hand up, “Enough Volt, even if they’re the enemy, a proper show of manners and respect is necessary for cordial relations. We came here to talk, not to fight.”
Volt bows his head, “Right as always mistress Johanna, but with all due respect, this man has never <span class="mu-i">once</span> given me respect or shown me anything resembling manners. I question if he even knows the meaning of the word.”
“I do have manners, you’re just not worth them.” You shoot back.
“See what I mean?” He notes.
Annoyance furrows Johanna’s brow, “Enough, I order you to be quiet..”
“Understood.” Volt pulls back.
Johanna sighs, “Apologies for the embarrassing conduct Prince Noell, my subordinate has been rather snappy lately and I know not why, perhaps they haven’t fed him properly in SISF?” She jokes.
You laugh, more to be cordial than anything else, “You’re forgiven, just make sure to tighten the leash around your dog there.”
“Grrr….” Volt glares at you.
“Volt.” Johanna states.
“...” he clicks his tongue, shooting one final glare your way before looking away.
“Hmph.” Putting your unfortunate reunion here aside, you take this chance to remember those you’re dealing with.
