"…Bring out your brother. He's easier to reason with."
"…?!"
The defiant challenge written all over Richard's face shattered instantly, replaced by raw shock and deep confusion. "My brother? Are you alright, old man? …Do you mean Caesar?"
"I mean your brother, Richard."
A faint trace of irritation surfaced on Robin's face. Without waiting for a response, he stepped inside with calm, unhurried strides and sat down on one of the seats, crossing one leg over the other with practiced ease. "Richard still carries fragments of the etiquette he learned while being raised among the nobility during his early years in the city of Jura. You, however, do not. You lack even the basics."
He glanced at him coldly. "You need to be raised from scratch—and unfortunately, I don't have the time for that. I'll let the streets finish what they started with you."
"…?!"
