"Who the fuck spread the rumor that I, your Lord, was dead?"
This was Levi's first sentence after being dug out of a pile of corpses by his men.
He hadn't expected that while he was still perfectly fine, someone was already spreading false rumors, attempting to usurp his position and inherit High Cliff Castle.
'Damn it, there's a traitor in our midst!'
The Lord clutched his chest, seething with anger.
"Boss..."
Zat rubbed his bald pate, grinning sheepishly.
'You could tell with just one look that this idiot was the one who'd spread the rumor.'
"Look at you, all big and burly, with those thick brows and big eyes. So, it's 'loyalty that isn't absolute is absolute disloyalty,' is that it?"
After grabbing Zat's offered hand to pull himself up, Levi tore off his helmet and threw it to the ground. The slightly dented helmet CLANKED as it rolled a few times. He wiped away the blood that was trickling down his hair and spat out a thick gob of bloody phlegm.
