We Will Meet Again
"And... how would you receive your payment?" Tycondrius asked, "Specifically in consideration--"
A metallic angel the size of a small house stood up out of the waters, clanging his fists against his chest.
Tycon sliced his sword, throwing out a casual incantation.
At the same time, Gobsuke's rifle made an odd 'plonk' sound.
The angel was struck with a dark mana-crescent.
"...in consideration to you--"
The angel exploded.
Hm.
"--not being alive!" Tycon shouted over the noise.
"My family lives on," Gobsuke shrugged.
So... the fees would be sent to his family. Very well.
"University dues are expensive," the goblin added.
Ah, of course.
"A family man until the end," Tycon said with a wry smile.
"You are the same."
Oh?
Hm.
Yes, he supposed that was true.