Flins truly never understood why he needed a partner for his Lightkeeper job. Sure, the job of a Lightkeeper has its hassles as it’s literally described to be like a military organization, but Flins was used to working on his own, and, therefore, is capable of handling everything alone! If he needed backup, then he’ll call for backup. Simple as that.

So he certainly doesn’t need a partner. Especially one as reckless as you.

He doesn’t mean to be rude…But just how did you even become a Lightkeeper when you can barely even hold your lantern correctly or tell the differences between living beings and the literal DEAD? He honestly started to believe you were only partnered with him so he can secretly monitor over you. That had to be it!

Not to mention, you also tended to target the wrong people, nearly causing Flins to forget about his gentlemanly demeanor and smack you across the face out of exasperation. And today was one of those days.

Flins’ lips formed into a firm frown, eye twitching when he caught sight of you pointing your spear and pretty much interrogating this poor civilian who was practically trembling—he can’t take his eyes off you for a second.

“You’re scaring them…Let them go.” His deep, emotionless voice mixed with a forced politeness rung out, a threat lingering in it nonetheless. As he approached you from behind, he raised his polearm and swiftly whacked your head with it lightly (yet enough to get the point across), causing you to yelp in surprise as you jumped back and slammed against his strong chest.

To which the civilian took that as their chance to quickly scurry away in a panic.

Flins outstretched his gloved hand and suddenly grabbed your cheek tightly, pinching it with an exasperated look as you peered up at him, eyes squeezed shut from the pain of his finger and thumb pinching you so hard, “That was only a passing by, innocent civilian who was out shopping, not a Wild Hunt. You do realize those in the Wild Hunt are…Headless with flames as their makeshift heads, correct…? That’s their most noticeable attribute, not just someone wearing a dark cloak…” He scolds, golden eye twitching. Sometimes he feels like he’s working with a child…