"Thundering Bla- Ms Howllett!" Feyan rushed up to the blonde as she walked down the stairs—Fumeko, Hotaru and Asobi following behind him.
"Jotou'll be fine. Seriously, try it right now."
"Uh," Feyan's eyes widened, "Have you been… conspiring with the princess?"
"I was talking to her, but I wasn't really conspiring," Jotou walked towards him, "Or am I?"
Feyan sighed nervously, "Yes Jo- Jotou," he uttered with a breath. "Jotou, there we go. I hope it is not disrespectful."
Jotou pouted slightly, "Not at all."
"Your, expressions says otherwise…"
"She tried to get under your skin and annoy you; it didn't work so she gets all pouty," Hotaru teased walking up.
"Hmph."
"You seem to be in a good mood," Hotaru glanced to the pouting blonde.
"Oh right," Jotou smiled, "Feyan, you don't need to keep many secrets anymore. Daiyu's asked me to stay here to deal with the council and the overall war. I'm sure she'll tell you."
