Bab 471: Gladiolus

"You haven't changed, you tactless, nosy bastard…" He huffed, shaking his head lightly. 

As Brahmi, Charlotte, and Beatrice pulled Iris away to discuss things between the girls, he was now the man of the hour between the man side of the Outlanders. 

"On the contrary, you've changed all too much, Ren," Donatien said with a smile, "you're hardly recognizable–that is a compliment, by the way."

"Is it? Sounds like a jab at the old me," he laughed. 

Tristan approached him, holding his hand to his chin as he looked him up-and-down, at all angles, even lightly knocking his knuckles against the sable, metal armor the white-haired man wore beneath his mantle. 

"That's some quality plating you got there," Tristan said, not even interested on the note of marriage, "I don't believe Purgatory is where you got this, is it?"