When faced with the scary eyes of that cold man, Kira wanted to disappear on the spot. But she reasoned that it would be inappropriate for her to leave without at least saying a few words to him. It was all Evelyn's fault for putting her in this position.
"Um... Congratulations to you. I wish you... many years of happiness?" Was that what you say to someone at his coming-of-age banquet? She wouldn't know since she had never attended one of these events before.
Amazingly enough, the other person didn't even blink; an eternity seemed to pass, and those eyes remained fixed on her. Finally, the bluish-green orbs looked away, focusing on the tray holding the flute she had purchased earlier and Evelyn's rare books. The eunuch's hand trembled as he held onto the tray for dear life.
"Thank you for your considerate gifts, Your Majesty, and cousin. I will cherish them."
