Ansel took a seat opposite Flamelle, with Seraphina following suit, positioning herself behind Ansel in the same manner as the two pact heads behind Flamelle.
The young girl couldn't help but surreptitiously size up the towering, muscular man standing behind Flamelle. Suddenly, she felt a pang of insecurity — not out of fear of the man, but out of worry... that she wouldn't eventually transform into such a terrifying figure, would she?
She is already tall enough now; any taller would be too much! And all those muscles... they are hideous!
"I was organizing a game for Her Majesty, Father, as you probably know," Ansel said with a smile, taking a sip of the wine poured by Saville.
"Oh... Ephesande is causing trouble again, I see," Flamelle nodded, "Did any of that mess affect you?"
"No, I'm fine," Ansel replied calmly.
