The guild master waddled ahead nervously, his plump belly jiggling with every uneasy step, his hand constantly dabbing sweat from his forehead with a small, damp cloth.
"A-Ahh… come… c-come upstairs," he stammered, glancing back at Dila like she might summon another golem if he tripped.
Sarios raised an eyebrow. "You sure you're okay?"
The guild master gave a brittle laugh, which came out more like a squeaky wheeze. "N-Never better! Just… just need some fresh air and to not die today!"
As they climbed the wooden staircase to the upper floor, the once-confident guild master was visibly shaking in his boots. He mumbled under his breath as he climbed:
"Evos is a top-tier fighter… Class B, strong enough to tear down buildings… and yet—beaten… by a rock toy… this world's gone mad…"
He tugged at his curled mustache, now drooping from all the sweat, and muttered again, "Ridiculous… utterly ridiculous… did someone upgrade that golem to Class A++…"
