"Saintess, Crown Prince, I've been remiss in greeting you."
The black-haired, red-eyed figure whose youthful visage never aged or faded—it was a face of both an angel and a devil—raised his teacup in a gesture of acknowledgement.
It wasn't just mere beauty, the elements composing his appearance and body were flawless, and his movements exuded a noble quality intertwined with a chilling dread.
Beautiful enough to touch one's heart. Moreover, that sharp, knife-like beauty even inspired awe. This was the kind of supreme beauty he possessed.
"Gentlemen and ladies have gathered here, would it not be proper to serve some tea and scones to our guests?"
"Intruding uninvited and interrupting is quite rude, or is this type of discourtesy and dispatching monsters to slaughter innocent civilians your idea of a gentleman's code of conduct?"
