Of all the pests that had to come bother him now, it had to be this particular maggot. Albel would love to wipe that arrogant smirk from Yuber's face, but the fun would have to wait if he wanted to keep those darn wenches and their damn sedatives out of his hair. Hmph, the blond-haired worm just wasn't worth the hassle.

"Still looking for that precious weapon of yours, maggot?" Albel countered. "Or are you still casting thunder spells on everything that moves?" He wondered if that was what the idiot was all about; arrogant remarks and nothing but thunder spells to back it up.

"Hmph! What do you want, anyway?" Besides being irritating.