"I heard you were a professor at Varoif."
"I was, for a few hours, Princess Tifa."
"You are still a professor at the Supreme College of Varoif, Professor Riley."
"Then you are correct, Princess Tifa. I am."
"Hm…"
Tifa's eyes slightly twitched from the tone of Riley's voice. Although he was still addressing her by her title, it was almost as if he didn't really care about her status. She is the King's older sister—if his brother wasn't born and proved himself to be the better fit for the throne, she would have been the ruler of Hel.
Everyone treated her with respect, even Princess Esme, and even the Overlord of the Order of the Grand Militia. So why is this… half-breed that is two ranks below the Overlord seemingly treating her like… he didn't even want to talk to her?
"You do know who I am, right?" Princess Tifa then let out a small breath, "You feel quite young, after all."
