Kizaer fixed his gaze on Mary and said, "Interesting, if we can prove what we're capable of, I would be very grateful to help that… How should I address you?" Mary gave a small victorious smile while being scorched by the glares of Justine and Lagertha.
"You can call me Mary Armanci," Mary replied composedly, still with her hand on Joane's shoulder.
Kizaer, who was staring at Mary, shifted his gaze from her to Joane, from Joane to her, and turned his neck slightly to the side with a mildly confused expression.
"Any problem, my boy?" Mary asked, curious to know what reaction this little rascal who dared to court her precious daughter within the Armanci Clan's lodgings would have.
"You two are somewhat alike, I mean. Aunt Mary is very beautiful, and I think any man's heart would race just by being near you." When those words came out of Kizaer's mouth, Joane and Ciona felt a horrendous and almost uncontrollable impulse to facepalm.
