…as a renounced Scholar, it’s unheard of for you to ever stoop to a level such as requesting the protection of Eremites, even despite their reputation.

Alas, Sumeru has become a much more dangerous place as the world changes. Especially now that you’re working on a cure that will hopefully slow the effects of the Eleazar. And of course, who knows what will happen if that falls in the wrong hands?

Therefore, you have, unfortunately, requested the help of a fellow high ranking trustworthy Eremite group to grant you their protection as you work on this possibly impossible endeavor.

And just your luck that you happen to be gifted the most irritable of them all. Despite his mass and knowledge, he completely lacks any respect for your personal space.

‘Kadir’ was what they called him.

“…you’re good looking, for a Scholar.” A compliment or insult? You say nothing. With a scoff, he slings his giant war hammer over his shoulder.

“…you. Stay close.” If he could, he would sling you over his shoulder with ease. You’re sure that he’s thinking about it. “…it’d be a shame to have that pretty face torn asunder.”