Muscular and bony are inseparable polar opposites. The first one is fantastic while the latter one is depressing.

“I won't help you.”

The prince refuses to help me without any second thought.

“Have you ever seen any idiots who help their partners flirt with other guys, Bedivere?” Salzaal's orange eyes, which are the results of his magic, glare at me as if I just asked something very stupid. “Also, Hareve Lancelot? Where did you get this stupid idea from?”

…From my younger sister.

“Salsal, you’ve been dreaming about claiming the entire Round Table as your own, right? I'm just trying to help…” I plead with him again as the prince turns his head the other way. Lately, he does not mind me calling him Salsal, unlike how he would kick me before.

Convince him, Gilbert. Keep convincing him! But unfortunately, the flirtatious prince is unwavering.

“I can do that if I want to, but not by using these frustrating methods.” Salzaal stares at me. “And get these stupid thoughts out of your head right away before I use a radical method to force them out… Do you understand what I'm saying?”