Instincts of a Leader ( 310 )

Garius set down his drink and looked at Gilmon.

His expression was calm—but his eyes held a sharp glint.

"By the way, Gilmon."

Gilmon paused mid-bite, glancing up.

"Yeah?"

Garius leaned forward slightly.

"Ensure His Majesty's safety."

The room went silent.

Garius smirked slightly, resting his chin on his hand.

"I still haven't had the chance to fight him in a duel."

Gilmon blinked.

Then he let out a small chuckle.

"Even after all these years, you still want to challenge him?"

Garius grinned.

"Of course. I don't care if he's a king. He still owes me a proper match."

His grin faded slightly.

Then—his tone turned serious.

"So make sure his Majesty and his family remain safe."

Garius tapped his fingers against the table.

"Don't ever let the enemy slip in."

Gilmon narrowed his eyes.

"…You're expecting something, aren't you?"

Garius chuckled softly.