The Good-for-nothing Bastard who could gain Skills by Kissing

"Galird..." Loryarc looked at the blue-haired man in the front of him, frowned.

Galird was the one who often beating his predecessor even before he engaged with Glamoria.

The reason was unknown, at least his predecessor doesn't know his reason.

But Loryarc had memories that the two were used to be getting along quite well back then.

"You are always crowded by commoner girls, huh?"

Galird snorted with cold smirk, glancing at the crowd of girls at the side of the Training ground.

True to what he's said, the girls crowding there were all commoners. The ones that Loryarc's predecessor have helped, to be precise.

"What wrong with commoner girls?" Loryarc replied, smiled at the girls to easing their anxiety after Galird came.

"Their lips as soft and lovely as the noble's."

"Hah? Lips? What are you suddenly talking about?" Galird strangely looking at him for his unusual remark.