A slightly mocking tone.

It was no different from Rick’s usual attitude. He was especially antagonistic toward nobles when he wore the Skull Mask.

But there was one thing that made me uneasy—

‘Rick. You’re going on that expedition too, aren’t you?’

It might not just be sarcasm.@@novelbin@@

Just now, it sounded exactly like he was saying, I’ll make sure you don’t achieve any accomplishments.

“Hm. It almost sounds like you don’t want anyone to achieve anything significant.”

“Not at all! The people suffering from monsters deserve salvation. And if their savior happens to be the young lord of the future, then it would be an even more perfect conclusion.”

“…While the ones fighting monsters alongside him, tending to his horse, and cooking meals for the soldiers go unrecognized?”

“Ah.”

Rick’s eyes widened slightly. Then, as if a knot had come undone, he burst into laughter.

“Haha! This is why I like—cough, ahem. This is why I can’t help but see you as a good drinking buddy. You understand exactly what I mean.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but don’t get your hopes up too much. I’m still a noble. I won’t be giving up this position with my own hands.”

Since I was already wearing the mask, I allowed myself to say something embarrassing.

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