The smile on the Guild Master's face didn't change despite the sudden words from Myles. Instead, he just sat down and wordlessly stared at Myles.
A tense silence lingered between the two, until—
BANG!
A fist came smacking down against the metal table.
"Say something!"
Myles's face twisted beyond recognition while staring at the man before him.
And yet—
"You're still the same."
The Guild Master's tone and expression remained the same. Casual. It was almost as if he didn't care at all about Myles's current outburst.
No, he really didn't care.
Myles's face twisted further upon realizing this fact, and as his mouth opened to shout once more, he found himself giving up shortly after, his chest heaving up and down in uneven rhythms.
"…Are you done?"
It was only then that the Guild Master began to speak.
