The water seraph was in the same position as Zaveid, stripped of his natural abilities and forced to take on job classes that were closest to his own skills from their world. How did the selection even thwart itself towards him? He's not hating on the other seraph but Zaveid isn't his ideal person to be fighting with.

"Can you not think of anything else but girls?" Mikleo was fighting the urge to not slap a hand to his face for the comment. Scratch that, he doesn't want an answer.

At least, the advantage they have are that are allies and they know how to somehow work together in most given situations. Being a spell caster type himself, he's going to switch his black mage job out for his archer job. Hopefully, that can provide some sufficient battleground for the both of them.

"Anyway, let's just get this over with. Don't be careless."