When they asked to borrow the restaurant's backyard, the owner readily agreed. Junk had been piled up in the corners, and the ground was overgrown with weeds, but it was still wide enough for a duel.

Hamel and Vermouth stood facing each other. Hamel really didn’t like how calm Vermouth looked as if the hero didn’t have anything to be nervous about.

Vermouth was the Hero of Light.

Hamel had heard this title many times before, but what did it even mean? Clicking his tongue, Hamel threw off his cloak.

Beneath his cloak, Hamel was wearing a set of thin leather armor that wasn’t too heavy and wouldn’t get in the way of his movements. On top of that, he had a chainmail shirt that stopped short of his elbows and had several weapons attached here and there. Hamel took off each weapon, set them down, and even pulled off his chainmail.

“Just how much lighter do you think you’ll get just by taking that off?” Sienna, who had been watching with her back leaning against a wall, commented sarcastically with a smirk.

From her perspective as a wizard, everything that Hamel was doing was crude and ignorant. If her body and equipment felt heavy, all Sienna needed to do was cast a spell to lighten them instead of taking them off.

“Can’t you just keep your trap shut for a moment?” Hamel complained.

“What did you just say?” Sienna hissed.

Hamel sighed, “Apart from you, no one else seems to be annoying me right now, so isn’t it obvious that I'm talking to you?”

Sienna’s eyes widened at the smirk that Hamel had just shot her, and she turned to Vermouth to ask, “Vermouth, can’t I just fight him in your stead?”

“Sienna, you were the one who picked a fight with him first, weren’t you?” Vermouth pointed out.

“Why does it matter who picked a fight first? I just don’t like that bastard, so I want to beat him up,” Sienna demanded.

“You’ve finally come up with a good idea. Do you know that, during my travels here and there, I’ve had to put up with a lot of people calling me a piece of trash? Want to know why that is? It’s because I won’t hesitate to smack someone down, even if they are a fucking woman. If you have the confidence, get up here, I’ll bury that pretty face of yours into the ground and leave you with a mug that only a mother would love,” Hamel threatened with a ferocious expression.

He had expected Sienna to explode in rage and charge over, but Sienna didn’t react the way that he had predicted, instead staring at Hamel with wide eyes. Then, after blinking a few times, she cleared her throat and slightly turned her head away to avoid his gaze.

Sienna stammered out, “...Well… um… that’s… your face isn’t bad either, I guess.”

“What are you saying all of a sudden?” Hamel responded in confusion.

“No… um… thanks for calling me pretty. Despite...