Adalbert sent a pleading look toward Ian—clearly, the customs of Whale Song Cliff were all too intimate for someone from the Western Frontier of the Empire, making him quite uncomfortable with Green Tide's familiar demeanor.
But this wasn't friendliness; it was surveillance.
Green Tide might have appeared rough and straightforward, but in reality, he was quite perceptive. He still harbored doubts about Adalbert's identity, so he kept a close watch on him, while Adalbert, completely oblivious to this, thought it was a local tradition and never dared to refuse.
But he didn't dwell on it too much.
Ian glanced at the blue-haired swordsman who was clasping the shoulder of a Third Energy Level Deceased Monarch and wearing the expression of a great brother, and couldn't help but sigh, "You did well—not just well, but very well; however, don't do it again next time."
"You didn't see..."
