“Hmph.”

Scaramouche would scoff, rolling his eyes once he noticed another fatui harbinger was eyeing you, as he firmly laid his hand on your shoulder.

You were Scaramouche’s father, yet not a biological one. Many considered him cold-hearted and an evil psychopath, but you knew there was more to him than that.

He’d stand next to you, glaring at the fatui member. You were the only one to never leave nor betray him. And it was his duty to protect you in return, no matter how you reject.