"So, is that all you wanted me for?” Malecia yawned, covering his mouth with his hand sleepily.

"Yeah, good work. Go and rest comfortably. I told them to treat you like a prisoner of the highest level."

Malecia spoke with a relaxed smile. "Thank you for that. I couldn't bathe for some time thanks to someone, so I'll wash up and get some more sleep.”

"Hahaha, such poor treatment.” I knew full well that this someone was me, but I pretended not to know.

Hearing this pretense, Malecia sighed. "Right, he treated me quite harshly.”

At these sincere words, I asked suggestively, "Then, do you have any thoughts about coming under my employ? I'll act with only the highest regard for you. I don't treat people poorly."

Malecia raised both handcuffed hands with a look of regret. "Unfortunately, my life was already bought a long time ago. Being a mercenary is a job where everything goes downhill if you lose your credibility."

I smacked my lips at his refusal. The more we talked, the more I coveted him. I said jokingly, "Didn't you ask me to call you the Black Knight before?"

"Well, I'd appreciate it more if you called me that.” Malecia smiled mischievously and left through the door. Caradoc was waiting outside, and he escorted Malecia down the...