642 Vinum 6 (1/2)

”My name is Trot Vinum. This is the third time you've disrespected my master today, as his most senior disciple, it is my duty to clear his name. Please step forward.”

It seemed Amell gave all of his disciples the very same last name. Either that, or Iaachus and Trot were related. That said, the former was the more likely of the two options from Dyon's observation.

Dyon didn't seem like he was going to move though, after all, he felt so comfortable. Plus, he didn't want to lose the feeling of Madeleine on his lap. ”Three times? Please enlighten me.”

”First with how you addressed him. 'Do I know you?' is not a proper way to greet an elder. Second with your laughter. It is a fact that you owe what you owe. My master has worked very hard to establish his franchise throughout many universes, you happened to take advantage of the more lax security in this universe to steal. While slightly impressive, it is still wrong.

”Thirdly, you've dared to disrespect our junior sister by having her sit on your lap. This is the ultimate disrespect to my master.

”Step out if you have any face.”

Dyon blinked, looking at Madeleine with a raised eyebrow. But, when he saw her shrug, he understood that she had no idea what this person was talking about either.

”So, I've disrespected your master by spending time with my wife? When next I wipe my ass, should I ask for his permission first too?” Dyon turned back to Trot.

Trot's calm demeanor finally seemed to crack. He wasn't expecting such a vulgar response and the laughter at Dyon's words only made it worse.

Martial artists of their stages didn't even need to do such a thing, so why would he say this?

Trot's frown deepened. ”How could you be worthy of our junior sister? And what kind of marriage could be finalized without the consent of her master?”

Dyon shrugged, ”This kind. I didn't even need permission from her father to marry my Madeleine, why would I need that of her master?” Dyon emphasized the word father, not bothering to look at Amell, but his meaning was clear.

Amell's eyes narrowed. But said nothing.

”I've had enough of your talk. Either pay my master or step out here coward.”

Dyon ignored Trot and looked at Ri, ”Did any of them participate in the campaigns?”

Ri shook her head. ”No, I assume they stood guard on Planet Naiad and Deimos with their master and his wife.”

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”Oh, and why's that? It doesn't seem like they're saints yet.”

Ri shrugged, ”I guess they believe they're above it.”

Dyon laughed. ”I see.”

Madeleine raised an eyebrow. ”Why?”

”I dunno. They just seemed really weak, but also big headed. I just wanted to make sure my assumption was right.”

”Weak?” Trot grit his teeth. ”We don't participate in your wars because our master told us not to. We're not meant to influence this universe. We've been trained out entire lives to do just one thing: Conquer the Epistemic Tower. Now is just not the right time. We have to hide our strength and catch the opposition unawares. You would understand nothing of that. You are nothing compared to us.”

Dyon gently lifted Madeleine up before standing and setting her down on their seat.