Clearly, Waldo didn't think there was anything unspeakable about such words.
"At least on the surface there'll be basic politeness. I had thought that nobles in the Imperial Capital were all exceptionally arrogant and haughty, looking down on people through their nostrils."
Ian said so, while Hua'an shook her head, "What exactly are you talking about? Where are these nobles from? They don't really break face—in fact, they are all amiable on the surface—just like my teacher and another Fae doctor. They sarcastically praise each other's research all day long, but they certainly won't come to blows unless they're disputing funding."
"I think what I'm talking about and what you're talking about, although they seem similar, are essentially completely different."
Ian complained, while a Frost Butterfly sat on the boy's shoulder, bringing wafts of coffee-ice fragrance, "It seems that my Frost Butterfly can perk people up just with her scent alone."
