"Unbelievable!" Caslo muttered, then walked out with his head lowered...
Bang! The doors were thrown open in an instant. Before Roland, who was scribbling away on paper, could see who had come in—and parchment was expensive and inconvenient, seemingly useful for nothing but showing off—a fiery red figure stood before him.
"Did this job have to be Caslo's? His injuries haven't healed yet!" Ajax stormed in furiously, slamming both hands onto the table before her as she roared at Roland.
"...Calm down, calm down. I'm just letting him go out and stretch his legs. He'd get bored staying cooped up in Lagrange City all the time anyway. He can use this chance to look for Valfay and the others. There's no danger or anything important involved, so don't worry. Don't worry!" Roland raised a hand before his face and spoke humbly.
"A Dragon Marshal recovers quickly, and his wind dragon is fast at running away. He's perfect for this job, and it'll save one Dragon Knight to deploy somewhere else..." Roland explained. There were too many places that needed manpower, and Roland had to carefully allocate his high-end combat forces. Since this was not particularly dangerous, he simply sent the still-recuperating Caslo on the trip.
"Fine. If anything happens to him, you'd better have a reasonable explanation for me!" Ajax turned and left without waiting for Roland to respond.
"...Tsk, tsk, tsk! House of Antony really does have a different sort of presence. As expected of an old noble house—they can even throw tantrums at the King!" Roland clicked his tongue in amazement, but he was not angry. Only Darian Nightblade, faintly visible within the light, closed his eyes with an expression that said he had heard and seen nothing.
Roland paid no attention to Darian Nightblade's reaction as