I quietly settled myself down on the regal dining chairs, keeping my cautious eyes on my host. I was the captain of the scout regiment, for Christ’s sake. I killed monsters and scouted the outside world, not work for rich aristocrats with nothing better to do.

I looked down at the food across the table. It bothered me that men like him had enough money to provide this much food when he did nothing all day.

One of his servants poured me a rather large glass of wine. That was probably the only good thing happening right now.

“Mr. Gigante…you wanted to talk to me…specifically?”

I noticed his new wife sitting obediently next to him. She was much younger than the old bastard.

“Is something wrong?”