Claude had gained quite a lot last night. After all, he had earned three hundred million from a single trip out. Normally, even robbing a bank would not bring in money faster than that. Though he had long since decided how to use the money, it did not stop him from being in a good mood. That good mood only grew when he saw that every one of his companions had returned to their base safe and sound.
Claude vigorously patted Faust on the shoulder, nearly making him lose his balance.
"You did very well. That guy showing up in your area was part of our plan, but the timing went wrong. Ceobe and Hart did not arrive in time. I never expected you to handle him alone under those circumstances. Impressive, Sasha."
The Fidia youth with short blue-black hair flushed bright red, barely able to maintain his usual cold expression. He kept scratching at his hair. He had never been good at dealing with praise, especially when it came from Claude, the person he respected most. He completely lost his composure, his mind turning hazy.
No longer tormenting the boy whose head was about to overheat, Claude soon noticed a tear in Margaret's breastplate tabard. Though the fact that she was standing here proved she had not been seriously hurt, he still asked.
"Margaret, he did not hurt you, did he?"
"None of us were hurt. Thanks to this breastplate Maria made for me, it blocked the enemy's final counterattack. Otherwise, I might have perished with him."
"Is that so?" Claude's smile widened. "It seems Maria studied the book I gave her properly. She did very well. An incompetent master like me has such a disciple to be proud of!"
"If you tell her that in person, she will