The Master of the Round Table couldn’t hide his flabbergast no matter how hard he tried.0

‘They must be joking, right? Right?’0

It had to be a joke. A big fish on the level of Kang Jin-Ho or Wiggins wouldn’t take action for such an… absurd reason.0

However, what flustered the Master was that they didn't seem to be joking at all!0

‘Besides, why… Why are they making that kind of face?!’0

The Master couldn't help but notice Wiggins making the weird expression of a man who just realized he shouldn't have said anything. Even Kang Jin-Ho was making an unreadable face.0

‘At least I learned something from this exchange!'0

It was possible that the Martial Assembly's expedition this time was not performed under strategic planning or any forethought.0

Of course, the Master wasn't naive enough to think “beating the living daylights out of Leveaux” was the real reason for this mess. But he had to wonder if Kang Jin-Ho and Wiggins were a lot more impulsive than he bargained for.0

‘In that case… Maybe they really don’t have any plans whatsoever?’0

But that didn't sound logical at all. That couldn't be possible!0

The Master didn’t know Kang Jin-Ho well enough, but he certainly did know Wiggins. And the man named Allen Wiggins was calculative, deeply rational, and cold-blooded to a fault, so he…0

‘...Stop making that kind of face, you damn brat!’0

The Master saw the dazed look on Wiggins’ face and almost shot up to his feet...0