Tobias' eyes widened.
"T-that sounds incredibly wrong when you say it like that, my lord…"
"Does it?"
"YES IT DOES."
"…you're still coming with me."
Tobias opened his mouth, then slowly closed it again. A moment later, he couldn't stop a helpless smile from appearing.
"…alright."
A slave to Zephyrion Calderalth…
Somehow, he didn't hate the sound of that at all.
Tobias exhaled deeply.
"Improve…" he muttered beneath his breath, repeating the word over and over in his mind.
Zephyrion had come all this way for him. For a nobody like him.
He was a truly great lord.
And a lord as great as that deserved nothing but the best. Beneath the silver moonlight, Tobias' wavering eyes slowly turned resolute.
'I'll do my best.'
No matter what.
…
The journey back toward the carriage was uneventful, with Tobias only stopping briefly at the gambling den to gather his belongings.
Soon, the carriage was moving once more.
