A corner of Vicente's mouth twitched amusement or irritation_ she couldn't tell. "Titles," he said lightly, moving to sit opposite her. "They don't mean much in Ferry Island. We are not filming a historical film. The world may be shit now but it has not regressed to the feudal days. Isn't it silly to call yourself a Lord?"
Emily's face stiffened, and yet, she still forced herself to smile. "The world has been reset, who is to say that we will not be returning to the ancient ways? All the strong superhumans have territories they want to conquer. They have to be called something. I don't really think President is right. I don't see us all being united under one president as one country for a very long time."
Vicente shrugged. "Still...Lord Emily," He arched a brow. "....A lot of awkward looks when someone hears it."
A faint chuckle rippled from one of Emily's mercenaries. It was quickly stifled when she shot him a sharp warning that promised painful repercussions if he kept going.
