Third Person's POV
"He is… troublesome. Sigh. How does one deal with such an obstacle?"
A deadly glint flickered in Otto's eyes and his expression twisted into something far more sinister as a slow, cruel sneer stretched across his lips.
"Hehehe… leave that insect to me, Argos.
I know exactly how to handle those arrogant, spoiled brats who think the world bends to their will.
If he is as foolish as you say, then dealing with him will be a pleasure."
Master Argos gave a theatrical sigh and rubbed his temples as if burdened by the weight of the situation.
"Indeed, Young Master Otto.
Your presence is needed urgently.
Judging by their movements, they are near me as we speak. Should you come to the Imperial Blade Hall at once?"
Otto exhaled through his nose and rolled his thin shoulders as if preparing for battle.
"Of course. I assume time is of the essence?"
"Yes," Master Argos replied and his tone was laced with urgency.
