Obi was peacefully at home, admiring his new collection of Alterran weapons when he received a suspicious aether letter message from Oslo.
[Come drink with us at Knight Fever. My treat.]
"Huh?"
Obi naturally… ignored the message. He preferred to train in his backyard.
However, his aether letter alerted him again. He opened it up, annoyed, but his eyebrows rose at the following message.
[You're a shame as a captain. I'm treating your loyal men here.]
The image of the three passed by his head, though the image of the smallest one seemed to linger.
Usually, that guy would still be training somewhere—whether it was in the barracks, in the Training Hall, or even outside. What's he doing with Oslo?
He frowned, feeling a little annoyed and uncomfortable. His damned little brother wasn't influencing him to do bad things, right?
At the thought, he immediately stood up and pushed aside his need to train.
