
His armor probably cost more than the combined savings of all the warriors gathered here today, and his sword was so huge that a spectator could easily think it was made of cardboard; otherwise, it would be difficult to explain how he could fight with it.
- What a cool guy, - says Tylo Bocchi to Erika, blocking the line of sight of her monocle, - I shall call him... the Black Knight! Do you think it's a suitable nickname?
– Well, okay, – the Lunarian passed her verdict. – As it turns out, the mansion is responsible for paying for the services of my subordinates. Therefore, your position will be "bodyguard of the mansion owner, senior in the mansion's security." Let's go fill out some boring paperwork!
"In a way, I am a sacrifice myself." - the young man thought, taking a sip from his cup.
- Never mind, I think we'll get along. - He patted Revan on the wings. - I certainly hope that in my life I will not have the opportunity to, out of desperation, for the sake of knowledge or experience, have to consider the value of human souls. But as a person with a scientific mindset, I cannot rule out all (im)possible life twists. Thank you again. I suppose it would be better not to let overly fanatical people see such a thing, right?