How many times do I have to say I'm not drunk? Kurokono grunted. Today was a really bad day for him, not only he got himself killed by miscasting his own magic, he got beaten the living daylights by a crazy woman. And people say that girls from more primitive eras are humble and reserved.
"Urgh... Thanks, I'm fine now..." The swordsman rubbed his bruises as he got up. If it weren't for Ease who approached him more reasonably, he would've inched closer to his own sword by now.
He showed a steady and composed look that no drunk man would ever able to do. After all, it was just one mug of ale, the effects of it never last long. Regaining his posture, his ears twitched upon overhearing the interesting conversation between Duncan and Avery.
Avery, quite a name for a girl~ He found the conversation quite heartwarming, them treating the girl Aya like a young sister, something he'd never seen for a long long time. But from what is seems, that girl Aya was also from the same hometown.
"Back in Japan, I was an honest and responsible policeman," Kurokono approached the baldy and the red haired girl, showing his police badge that is written in Japanese,
"it would be safer to have someone with the same homeland to tag along, and I have a hunch I will gain more leads to the slave trade if I were to know someone like you."