The Paladin.
Zein clenched his right fist, almost letting out a choked scoff. Of all words...of all titles in this world...the wrist holding his new bracelet felt heavy all of a sudden.
"Such a lofty title...sounds too good for someone like him," Zein spat venomously, even though his tone was still flat. It was as if he struggled to balance between spite and refusing to give a fuck.
Radia let out a small smile, however, and replied solemnly. "Maybe...not so much so," he looked at Zein, who stared back at him with a slight frown. "It's ironically fitting, actually."
Zein parted his lips, seemingly wanting to say something in aggression. But as usual, he stopped himself before doing so, retreated to look inside and calmed down on his own. "Go on," he said finally, in a calmer voice, and Radia smiled a bit wider.