Yet Seoryun remained persistent. He continued to stare at Darius, eyes full of hope, as if he could convince the red-haired swordsman to give in with sheer willpower. If that darn dark elf hadn't vanished into stealth mode, he wouldn't have even considered dragging a swordsman into this!
Blame yourself for not knowing how to turn invisible!
The tall swordsman being stared at with laser intensity: ...
Seriously. Don't look at me. It's not happening!
Darius wasn't dumb—just too lazy to use his brain most of the time. But that didn't mean he lacked self-preservation. The scene of Seoryun getting smacked was still fresh in his mind. If he went to wake the elf now, wouldn't he be next in line for a beating?
Sure, swordsmen could take a hit, but that didn't mean they were masochists.
Let it be known—especially to a certain clueless monarch.
Yes, that means you, Seoryun!
