Hesbeirn stood waiting in the prisoner processing area, arms crossed, his massive frame making the surrounding guards look small in comparison.
When he saw Javier approaching, while liana dragging the Amazarak girl along and he saw Liana smiling far too much, he let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Really, Young Master?" His deep voice rumbled through the room.
"I don't know how you convinced Lord Garius, but whatever…" His shoulders slumped slightly, clearly tired.
Javier's grin widened. "Don't worry, Uncle!"
Hesbeirn twitched. "Damn brat, calling me uncle…!"
The surrounding knights and officers looked away, trying to hide their smirks.
It wasn't every day they saw the great General Hesbeirn—commander of Armand's elite forces—treated like an actual uncle by Javier.
Javier just laughed.