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"Look at you, you're still as pale as ever."
Leonel let loose a laugh, sitting opposite Elthor who was caught off guard by his sudden appearance. Toward such words, Elthor could only be speechless. He might have already taken out his saber for anyone else who had said these words to him, but for some reason he found it quite amusing when Leonel said so.
It wasn't much of a surprise that Elthor's pretty face and seemingly sensitive skin was a sore spot. He wanted to be a General, not a male model and gigolo. Yet, he looked like the slightest bit of sunlight might leave him red the next day. It was a sad plight, indeed.
"You're one to talk, have you seen your hair lately? If it wasn't so short, I'd mistake you for a woman."
Elthor's mouth was just as sharp as his blade, though, so he hardly missed a beat.
Leonel grinned. "Oh this? You don't think it makes me look quite Kingly?"
Elthor snorted. "A King of solely women, maybe."