"So that's what happened. I see. So, you guys are his prisoners then?"
Rodalina asked, her voice tinged with concern as she processed the story.
"Ugh, nothing like that, Mom! He just wants to learn about our culture, that's all."
Ronali quickly interjected, the idea of being a prisoner to this stinky human making her stomach churn. She threw a murderous glance at Kaisen, who was busy shamelessly ogling her mother like a pervy tourist in a foreign land.
"I see... In that case, welcome to our humble hut," Rodalina said, still a bit wary but polite. "Though I can't give you permission to stay here since her father is the one who will make the final decision. I'll inform him. Please understand."
Kaisen nodded, pulling off an exaggerated bow that would make any actor jealous.
"Yes, Madame. I humbly thank you for your generosity and kindness."
