Mysterious Sword Style

"...you see... this is a bad habit of mine. I gambled my money and lost them, then acquired some from odd jobs, then gambled them away. It's good to have some good friends who could lend you some money too... to eat. I never gambled my friend's money..."

Orcenal's ramble made it even more awkward.

"Does Harriet know...?" Liam carefully asked.

"No, no, don't let her know, or she will let me be a leech to her life. So just... let me be," Orcenal said.

Liam stifled a smile. It seemed that this man treated Harriet as someone who should not experience any grief in life. He shielded her even from his own bad habits and uncoolness because he wanted her to see him as this fun uncle she could rely on...

"But I wonder, sir... there's something I am curious about," Liam said.

Orcenal turned his face up and looked at this long blonde-haired man. He noticed his eyes deepened, preparing for a more serious topic.

"How did you learn the Emperor's swordsmanship?" Liam asked.