Hesbeirn flashed a crooked grin.
"Ahh, young master. Those two brats will run straight to their fathers. I bet word of this Arjam conquest reaches the royal palace soon. If we'd crushed them here, at least it would've taken longer to file a formal complaint."
Gilmon let out a long sigh, arms folded.
"He's right, young master. If we'd finished them off, we'd have bought ourselves more time before the news reached the capital."
Javier yawned, stretching his arms overhead.
"Yeah, I know... but Father's orders are absolute. You both know how strong he is, right?"
Gilmon blinked. "Huh?"
Javier grinned, eyeing both of them.
"If I remember right, wasn't it four years ago you two had that little mock battle with him? He only used a wooden sword, parried everything you threw at him, and even called Alf in to help. Still ended up wiping the floor with all three of you. Called it 'good exercise.'"
Hesbeirn and Gilmon both froze, their eyes wide.
