Chapitre 114: A Dangerous Cure

Since then, Sebas had brewed yet another pot of tea, wiped the elf's shoes, and meticulously cleaned a stain the elf left on the rug. Finally, Leonide had been sent to stand by the wall after trying to leverage each one into yet another debt.

"Boy, don't you dare move from that spot. Not an inch!" the elf barked.

"Yes, sir," Leonide replied. "Though I would note that I'm following the orders of someone I am not obliged to listen to, and will consider that another debt."

Bold move, Leonide, Damien thought.

He's probably just doing his best to lessen Damien's debt.

The elf, shaken, muttered, "What is wrong with that kid?"

Damien chuckled. "He's my cute little servant."

The elf retaliated with a quick jab of his heel into Damien's stomach—not painful, but it left him winded for a moment. I really do hate this guy.

"All right, enough distractions," the elf said, shifting gears. "Let's get back to the matter at hand."