Peltron lay on the floor, flailing his arms and legs—just like a child throwing a tantrum.
Of course, Abel had no intention of doing the same. Rules were rules, after all. He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble in a league that was running smoothly.
But then, Peltron said something that pierced his heart.
—"Even a captain doesn't have a knighthood! Then it's possible!"
"Uh..."
To be honest, it wasn't wrong.
In the North, Abel Carriers held no official title. It felt like an asymmetrical force operating independently. Since he was a member of the royal family, he probably never felt the need to obtain a knighthood or anything of the sort.
Abel nodded slightly.
"If it's a short-term contract, I'll think about it."
—"Oh! Really?"
"Instead, I think you should make more active use of your subordinates' surveillance capabilities."
—"Of course."
Peltron was already subordinate to Abel.
