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"Sit."

At my words, Miller stood behind me. Tristan sat across the table and the three battle slaves sat on the ground.

Suprised, I looked around.

'They are a lot more organized and composed than I thought they would be.'

Tristan wasn't looking at me with the suspicious gaze as before, rather he was looking at me with… reverence?

Miller, for some reason, was smug as he stood behind me.

The battle slaves had their heads hung, not daring to look up.

[09:13 am]

I looked at my watch and decided to finish things quickly.

First, I spoke to the three battle slaves.

"What are your names?"

"We don't have one."

A male battle slave spoke.

The two male battle slaves looked similar to each other. The one who spoke was slightly bigger than the other one.

Both of them were covering Merlin behind themselves.

It didn't seem like they were pushing her back, but…

'Are they trying to protect her?'