Meanwhile, as the group pressed deeper into the capital's busy avenues, Alf leaned his head slightly toward Garius, his tone calm and respectful.
"My lord… you know you could have sent me or erinette to deal with those… thieves."
Garius's lips curved into a faint smirk. His gaze never left the road ahead, yet his words carried the weight of calculation.
"I know, Alf. I know. I could send you, or Erinnette, or even Hesbeirn. Any of you would handle it swiftly, with the precision and discipline I expect. But tell me..." He rubbed his chin lightly, his eyes narrowing in quiet amusement.
"Wouldn't it all be a little too professional? Too clean? Too boring?"
Alf exchanged a glance with Erinnette. She folded her arms, her stern expression softening into the faintest of smirks.
"There's only one among us," Garius continued, his voice dipping with amusement,
