"Young lord, the owner of this pub, is like a relative to me, so how can I just leave like that? It would be too much trouble, and he would be worried," Ana said to Triton in a concerned tone.
Triton sighed, "He would be even more worried if you were to stay here and something bad happens to you. Just leave a letter and tell him that everything would be alright. I am sure he would want the same thing."
Ana didn't say anything anymore and slowly nodded, feeling that Triton's words made sense.
Triton continued, "Also, don't call me young lord. You can just call me—"
"Tonton. You can call him Brother Tonton," Damien said with a smirk, making Triton give him a subtle glare.
Triton almost broke the glass in his hand before saying with a smile, "Yes, you can call me that, and you can call him Brother Pompon," Triton said as he pointed towards Damien, to which he could only wryly smile.
