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Arsénio, he corrected her, finding that he would rather have the woman call him by his name than to be dubbed crimson man of Akashingo. The Greek was much more than that. More than a streak of red against a grey sky, he was a hired fang who had been assigned a single task. Nothing else mattered, not even what this woman spoke.

Captain of the Guard, Arsenio sneered softly at this and chuckled. When he fixed his icy gaze on the woman again, he cast a casual shrug of his shoulders. Truth be told, he did not wish to be included in the common man’s rabble. Arsenio was not a wolf to be commanded by this Captain, whoever she was. It did not matter if she was Greek, not to him. He was a demigod, bound for Elysium.

I am the personal guard of the lady Satsu. Assigned to her and only her, Arsenio informed the dark woman with a curt nod. It was clear by the tone in his voice, the way he abandoned their mother tongue so that he could address her in the common language. I am not a member of your guard, Captain. I am not for you to command.