"…Regarding this," the man awkwardly scratched his head, devoid of any noble demeanor, "I can relate. I must say, Ans and I are too similar in this respect. It's almost... identical."
"Don't be too afraid, little Seraphina. Ansel's behavior, doesn't it just prove one thing?"
The father of young Hydral winked at the girl, "He truly loves you."
"Father."
"Ahahaha, your big boy is shy, little Seraphina."
Ignoring Ansel's warning tone, Flamelle looked at the slightly relaxed and gradually blushing Seraphina, and laughed heartily, "Go hug him. Tell him not to worry about you."
"FATHER."
Ansel's voice was slightly cold, "Enough is enough."
The man raised his hands innocently, indicating he wouldn't say anything more.
Standing behind Ansel, Seraphina was silent for a moment, then without hesitation, she bent down and wrapped her arms around Ansel's neck.
