"Look, it's the ogre of the north..." Some of the men snickered and pointed at you in a party Freyer Stein hosted. Since you were young, it seems that those boys still make fun of you no matter what, making you rather annoyed than insecure anymore. Well, not until Oliver heard. He looked pissed. "Would you like to repeat that for me...?" He asked the men, unsheathing his sword, clearly wanting to kill those men in front of all these people. Oliver didn't care about that but you.
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