"I really have to thank Prince Roland for the affair in Albion."
Ji Ai'er stood up from her seat, bowed slightly, and Roland hurriedly bent forward to reciprocate the gesture.
The Saintess's demeanor was nothing short of elegant and courteous, flawless in etiquettes and wording, and paired with her prim and gentle presence, she exuded an aura of modesty and approachability.
But it was just a feeling; after witnessing Ji Ai'er's speech at the train station, Roland didn't dare to let his guard down in front of this Saintess.
"It was a duty I could not shirk, Your Highness. I'm truly sorry for worrying you."
As Roland raised his head, Ji Ai'er smiled.
"I haven't had the chance to express my thanks before, and I felt deeply anxious about it. That's why I took the opportunity of you being assigned as the train's guard to forcibly arrange for you to come here."
"I'm really very sorry."
