The Evil One's Apostle

"What's the Plan, Shamac?" Ana asked, looking at him expectantly.

Shamac was flustered by this sudden question and the looks Ana and Talia gave him.

"W-What do you mean?" He stuttered, taking a step back in apprehension.

Talia sighed and relaxed her tensed face.

"Though it is vexing to say, I have to admit that out of the three of us, you're the most level-headed currently…" She muttered.

"Plus, you systematically take care of your opponents and you're not without strategy… Almost like Lord Hexarion" Ana added.

Shamac's heart thumped as he heard this, surprised by the words the girls gave him. Upon receiving such words of praise, his eyes began to get wet and his face quivered in overflowing emotion as he looked pleased and grateful for what they said.

"You guys…" He sniffed.

"Urgh, just come up with the plan already!" Talia said in disgust, glaring at Shamac's snotty face.