“I’m an experiment.”
“Um… what?”
“A bit of both. I received complex training, but I like bodyguard work better, so I’d say those of you who bet on guard win.”
“Then why are you dressed like this?” one girl asks.
I’d bet she bet on me being a gold-digger.
“Because I wanted to feel pretty.”
“But you’re a fighter.”
“Your point being…?”
“It’s hard enough for us to be taken seriously, even if we don’t dress like girls.”
I raise my eyebrows. Did she just chide me for making them look bad?
“So what ya gonna do about it?” I ask confrontationally, putting the jug back on the counter, grabbing the hilt of my sword.
The girl turns pale. Good.
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“It’s okay if you did. I’ve heard worse. But you should be prepared to face the consequences.”
“No, I really meant
