On the other side of the Continent... [REWRITTEN]

""TELL THAT TO HIM!""

The both of them shouted in sync, then glared at each other before snorting and turning away. Suppressing the rude thoughts that came to his mind, the uniformed asked Bourne.

"By the way, where the hell were you this time, Bourne?"

"Oh, I went over to the Great Western Empire an-"

""What the actual fuck?!""

This time, the uniformed man couldn't help but retort in sync with the man dressed in all black. He pressed his fingers to his temple as he spoke.

"Bourne, you're a duke of-"

"Marquis."

"Yes, you're officially a 'Marquis' of the great Eastern Empire.

Even though we are at peace with them, if you enter their country without alerting them first it could cause a lot of problems later on, you know?"

"Well, it's fine if they never find out. No one noticed me, except for that runaway kid."

"Huh? A kid noticed you?"