"Apologize."
My voice pierced the air, causing the gradually dispersing crowd to stop in their tracks, and all eyes turned toward me. Even Cylien was momentarily rendered speechless.
"...What?" Jiren turned back to face me, his expression deformed.
"M-Milord…?" Blaire, still nestled in my gentle embrace, raised her gaze and shook her head. "It's not necessary… thanks-"
I hushed her gently with a soft 'shh', patting her hair with the same composed demeanor as my stare remained fixed on Jiren.
"Oh~" From the side, I could see Rodolf grinning in approval, clearly amused by the unfolding scene.
"I don't think it's not necessary to inflame the situation…" Cylien cautioned, looking at me with a hint of concern in her eyes.
I glanced briefly at Cylien but decided not to respond.
Inflame what, exactly?
