"Hey, Yang Ming, are you okay?"
Inside the transport ship returning to Wind, only the two of them were left in the lounge.
Emilia, sitting on the edge of the table and gently swinging her slender legs, looked at Yang Ming in surprise as he unwrapped the bandages and splint from his arm.
Yang Ming calmly flexed his wrist and ankle, "With such a small scene, there's no way I could get hurt."
"What exactly happened?" Emilia asked, her eyes sparkling.
Yang Ming summarized simply, "Just got into a fight... What about you? What did you do?"
"Same here, got into a fight with them," Emilia's beautiful face was full of indignation.
Yang Ming smiled,
"When I fought them, it was after careful consideration.
"The nobles of the Sherman Empire are a very awkward group. When you insult this class, they quickly band together, and regardless of reason, they want you to back down. This is their ridiculous sense of superiority and honor.
