"Of course I do!" the old general boasted, his voice booming across the courtyard. "Do you have any idea how exceptionally handsome I was when I was young? I was the absolute prize of the capital! So many noblewomen were practically dying just for the chance to marry me!"
Heena tilted her head, her sharp, fox-like eyes glinting with absolute mischief.
"Oh, really?" Heena mused loudly. "That is so incredibly fascinating. Because just the other day, Grandma was telling me that back then, you looked exactly like an overly tall, ugly bamboo stick. In fact, she said you were so annoying that she literally wanted to beat you up half the time."
The elite Vanguard guards standing behind the old man instantly bit their lips, desperately trying to suppress their laughter. A few actually had to look up at the sky to hide their trembling shoulders.
Grandpa Marcuset froze, his proud posture violently popping like a deflated balloon. His weathered face flushed a deep, embarrassed red.
